Her next words were spoken to me in particular. “Do you not remember what I said on my death bed?” I answered, yes, I do remember that you then said you desired peace while you lived. Yes, I did, said she, yes I did.--Sometime before this the spectre had sent this token to me, which, though not certain, had yet been attended with such circumstances, as rendered the use of it for deception utterly improbable. August 13, we went again. The spirit then asked if we wanted to see her, and we both said no. Did I ask you in your last sickness, said I, whether you was willing your child should live? The voice answered, “yes, yes, and I told you I should be a vile creature to desire the life of the child.” [For that was the time in which it was God’s will it should die.[48]] I asked this question for further satisfaction, knowing that this very question and answer had passed between us. The spirit then told us that she had not freedom to converse on the night of August 9, by reason of disorder and profanity, and expressed her liberty and joy in discoursing with christians. In the midst of her discourse with others, I silently indulged my painful reflections on the distress of her last sickness. Suddenly I was surprised with these words of the voice to me, “Mourn not for me, for I am a happy soul.” Capt. P. S. observed that her free conversation with us was a great wonder. “Yes, a miracle, said she, such as never was since Christ was upon earth.”[49] When she had told us that without a change of heart, mankind would be miserable, I desired Mr. Blaisdel to ask her when she experienced her own change. He asked, and she answered, “When I was on my death bed.” Mr. D. proposed this question, “Do I believe that you are such as you profess to be?” Her reply was, “You have believed, and you have not believed, and satan will tempt you again.”[50] Then he asked, “Was you ever at my house in your lifetime?” “Yes, once, yes, once,” said she. I knew the time of this visit, for Mrs. M. and I were there with her. By my desire therefore, Mr. D. asked, “Who was there with you.” “My mother and Mrs. M., said she, when your wife was sick.” Then Mr. D. told the people that he remembered she had been there at that time. Have you been any where but here, said he, since your death. Yes, she answered, to five places. Mr. Blaisdel’s family being now excluded from that apartment where the spirit was, she told us that Mr. Blaisdel’s family were innocent. “They say I am a witch and a devil, said she, and they said that Christ was a devil. It is reported that some of this family have raised me, but it is not in the power of man or devil to fetch a soul from heaven.” After much more conversation the spirit told us that she would walk with us to Capt. M’s, and to another house beyond it; but she only walked with us to Capt. M’s, and there talked with him and Capt. P. B. to convince them who she was.