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{{Style P-No indent|sure that there was nothing about his person or clothing in which flowers could be concealed. On one occasion his coat, which was double-breasted, was folded across his breast, and drawn close around his neck, and firmly sewed with double thread. He was then placed in the sack, which was also tied about the neck and securely sewed to the collar of his coat.}}
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He was then placed under the canopy, and flowers were produced ''outside the sack, ''but in a smaller quantity than when conditions were less severe. Mr. Choate is more willing to submit to conditions suggested by his investigators than any physical medium with whom we have ever been acquainted, and in view of this fact is entitled in a greater degree to our confidence and respect.
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He left the city on Saturday last for a few weeks to fulfil engagements in Boston, but will return to us in January, when other interesting experiments will be made at the suggestion of the spirits by whom he is controlled, the results of which we will report.
    
{{Style P-Signature in capitals|Mary A. Newton.}}
 
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{{Style S-Small capitals|Within}} the house was full of light,
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{{Style P-Poem|poem=The cheerful fires blazed high and warm;
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Without, the snow lay thick and white,
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And darker, chiller, grew the night,
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And wilder, fiercer, raged the storm.
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Within, the children frolicked glad,
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The old walls with their laughter rang;
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Without, a little ragged lad,
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In trembling accents weak and sad,
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A Merry Christmas carol sang.
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Within, a Mother, young and sweet,
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The story of the Christ-child told,
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Meanwhile an orphan in the street,
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With thin, worn, hands, and unshod feet,
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Stood shivering in the bitter cold.
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Within, their pleasant pastimes o’er,
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The mother bade the children pray
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For all God’s homeless, houseless poor,
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And knew not from her close-shut door
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The carol singer crept away.
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Fair brake the Christmas morn, and lo!
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With presents to each little bed,
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Within, kind friends passed to and fro,
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Christmas, 1877.
    
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{{Style S-Small capitals|Once}} I built a beauteous castle,
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A bright rainbow for a staircase,
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The foundation—clearest air.
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Lilies filled with oil of amber,
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Shed abroad a mystic ray;
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Balmy summer ne’er departed,
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Nor soft music died away.
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The tall pillars were great palm trees,
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And each palm of shining gold;
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Lightly fell the perfumed waters
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From bright fountains clear and cold.
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Brilliant birds fled to the castle,
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All attracted by its light;
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Revelled on the yellow fruitage,
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Sang throughout the starlit night.
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The fair walls were made of rose leaves,
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Pure and white as Alpine snow,
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And my love dwelt in that castle—
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That was all I cared to know.
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One sad evening while I lingered,
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Lost in visions sweet and fair,
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{{Style P-Signature in capitals|Alice Worthington (Ennesfallen).}}
    
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