He came to Lynn, and, subsequently, to a distant relative in a neighboring town. Here he staid some time; and upon one occasion, feeling unwell, he determined to consult a clairvoyant in the place, who was entirely unacquainted with him or his business. Accordingly, he expressed a desire to have him consulted, and Mr. Wheeler, who was going to a neighboring town, offered to stop and see him, and, perhaps, invite him to his house, as Mr. Marble was there staying. He went, and, as he entered the room and made known his errand, the clairvoyant, whose name was Emerson, commenced talking, and finally seated himself at the table and began to write with great rapidity, speaking now and then to ask or answer questions, and taking very little notice of his work. He was young, apparently less than twenty years of age; but his dark complexion and keen black eyes gave a look of maturity, which his slight, almost petite figure, and long curling hair, instantly contradicted. When he stopped writing, he folded and directed the letter, and gave it to Mr. W. without a word of comment, having first signed his own name to it as a medium. “But the gentleman thought he might want to see you on some other business,” Wheeler said, doubtfully, holding the document between his thumb and finger. “I presume it is there, sir,” was the reply; and the medium turned away. Mr. Wheeler left the house, and, instead of keeping on his way, concluded to return with the letter. He did so; and, entering the room where Mr. Marble was, gave him the letter, and told him to read it aloud. Marble did so; and, before he reached the end, Wheeler threw his hat on the floor, and asked what he would take for half the rock, as he, Wheeler, would like to go into company with him. Marble did not answer until he had devoured the whole contents of the letter, which really contained a great many mysterious and some unaccountable statements concerning the business in which he then was engaged. Among others, it stated that he would call there the next day and go with them to the rock; which he did, accompanied by a friend who generally mesmerised or put him to sleep. He threw himself upon the ground beside the rock, when he reached it, and, after becoming entranced, told how and where they must work, etc. And, now that we have got them fairly started, we will go back a single year, and try if we can tell a reasonable story. Soon after George’s death, as we have said before, Mr. M. aroused himself, and determined to investigate the subject of mesmerism. Opportunities soon presented themselves. When staying at a public house, one night, the porter came to him and said, “Madame Y. is here, and wishes to see you.” “Who is Madame Y.?” he asked, thoughtfully. “I don’t know,” was the reply; “but she sent her name, and bade me say she had told your fortune.” An indistinct recollection seemed to cross his mind, but he only said, “I will go,” and was accordingly conducted into her presence.