I could cite hundreds of analogous examples observed by myself in the years gone by. Here is one taken from my notes. On the second of October, 1889, a spiritualistic seance had brought together certain investigators in the hospitable mansion of the Countess of Mouzay, at Rambouillet. We were told that we had the rare good fortune to have with us a veritable and excellent medium,--Mme. X., the wife of a very distinguished Paris physician, herself well educated and inspiring by her character the greatest confidence. We arranged ourselves, four in all, around a little table of light wood. Scarcely a minute has passed when the little table seems to be taken with trembling, and almost immediately it rises and then falls back. This vertical movement is repeated several times in the full light of the lamps of the salon. The next day the same levitation occurred in broad daylight, at noon, while we were waiting for a guest who was late to luncheon. This time the round table used was much heavier. "Is there a spirit there?" some one asks. "Yes." "Is he willing to give his name?" "Yes." Someone takes an alphabet, counts the letters, and receives, by taps made by one of the feet of the table, the name Leopoldine Hugo. "Have you something to say to us?" "Charles, my husband, would like to be reunited to me." "But where is he?" "Floating in space." "And you?" "In the presence of God." "All that is very vague. Could you give us a proof of identity to show us that you are really the daughter of Victor Hugo, the wife of Charles Vacquerie? Do you remember the place where you died?" "Yes, at Villequier." "Inasmuch as the accident of your shipwreck in the Seine is well known, and since the whole thing may be latent in our brains, could you please give us other facts? Do you remember the year of your death?" "1849." "I do not think so," I replied, "for I have in my mind's eye a page of the _Contemplations_ where the date of September 4, 1843, is written. Has my memory played me false?" "Yes. It is 1849." "You astonish me very much, for in 1843, Victor Hugo returned from Spain on account of your death, while in 1849 he was a representative of the people in Paris. Moreover, you died six months after your marriage, which took place in February, 1843." At this point, the Countess of Mouzay remarked that she was very well acquainted with Victor Hugo and his family, that they were living then in the street of Latour-d'Auvergne, and that the date 1849 must be correct. I maintain the contrary. The spirit sticks to its fact. "In what month did the event take place?" "July." "No, it was in September. You are not Leopoldine Hugo. How old were you when you died?"