Not crediting the tales of spiritualist societies, I cannot likewise discredit the Bible records. Knowing I have not, as likely the excellent souls in Arc, have not, in wantonness profanely tempted this array, I, in deference to the manifestation, wait resignedly. I clasp my hands in added awe as Savant touches me to inquire: “Who are they?” “Upon the other side of our country’s father has appeared. Ah, who? Jefferson Davis and his gray-clad staff.” I wring my hands as Savant touches me again. “There was a war,” I gasp. “Do they hear? They look down and smile at me, even the rebel, at whom I shake my finger.” “You caused it, to be a President. You tried to cut a great country in two; deluging it in blood.” In my electric state I see the root of the real cause—ambition of earthly state. The root of evil that grew to a tree of distrust of brother to brother. Each aroused in strength of pride to combat of their separate interests. He replies resignedly. “I did not want war. It conquered back the Union.” The father hastily spreads his hands in benediction. So like prayer I ask: “Do _you_ go to _see God_ in _spirit_ form?” Then dropping on my knees, “O tell me of Jesus.” “It was my republic. The kingdom of God to men—the people. He taught to pray for.” “How could you be ‘Our Father’ before you were born?” “The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.” “You, the Father of Jesus, how is He the son of God?” “As such to teach republic love. I will ask my pastor.” “Will He come at the end of the second millennium in body form and bestow body life on good spirits to that end preserved?” I, endeavoring to prophecy. “It will be evolved scientifically to all,” astounds me. “Good and bad, where will be room for them?” skeptic. “Some will dwell in air; O, in cloud balloons.” “Will they eat and work as they do now?” “The same.” “Must they live and cannot die?” “Live or die as they do choose?” “Have war?” “There will be universal peace in a universal republic,” as one foot steps forward to disappear. I hurry to ask: “Was Jesus the Christ of the Jews?” “The seed of Abraham in which all nations should be blessed.” “What about David’s throne?” “The promise was to Abraham, not to David. The latter’s throne will be raised to a republic.” “Was the spirit of republic first of Jesus?” “From the beginning of God.” As a foot disappears. “Will woman equalize in its rule, Presidentess as of God?” “That is the universal rule.” Another foot starts, I haste again. “Who is the devil?” But he is gone too quick. And around about me come living people; friends at home. “Can the living come?” I ask Savant, who is still near. “In spirit form just the same.” I talk to them; they to me, the news of each. We walk about and discuss the people and the occasion, quite content in each other’s society.