"It has nothing exactly to do with our earthly idea of 'goodness.' Spiritual life can only come to those prepared for it, within the limits of their capacity. The male spirit you mention was a clergyman of the Church of England. He was a very holy man, but he was in some way creed bound. He was a man of strong creed; he clung to his creed here, and cannot quite free himself from it even now, although he has advanced very much in spiritual perception. Now his wife had a very sympathetic, _apprehending_ nature. She can therefore receive spiritual light more fully and freely. That is why she has risen to a higher plane. This is not a question of character so much as of _spiritual capacity_, and in this she is the more highly gifted of the two. She is on a different plane, but she is able to help her husband very much, and in time he will join her, and they will progress together." All this was said in a quick, decided way, and without the smallest hesitation. One would hardly have expected a young woman in the midst of the Rocky Mountains to know the exact meaning of the term "_clergyman of the Church of England_," for the word is almost unknown in America, where they speak invariably of a _minister_. Yet the words were given with quick, firm precision, exactly as written down. Later, in San Francisco, a clairvoyant at once referred to my friend "Muriel," and described her, but in rather vague terms. When I pointed this fact out she said a little impatiently, as though we were wasting time in quibbling: "_Oh, well, it does not matter. The spirit tells me you know perfectly well who it is. She has already appeared to you in New York._" I had gone to this particular medium with several young friends, who were all in a very sceptical and rather frivolous state of mind. She described "an uncle," apparently over the heads of two of my friends, and gave the further information that he was surrounded by water, and appeared to have been drowned; also that he was extremely musical. This was declared to be perfectly untrue and without a grain of foundation, in fact. The woman looked puzzled and a little mortified, but turned to others in the circle, with better success, let us hope! On our return home, when the young people were telling their mother of the "awful humbug" amid shouts of laughter, the mother said quietly: "But surely you remember, my dear children, hearing of your Uncle Robert, who was drowned years ago, before any of you were born? He _was_ a great musician. He wanted to give up his life to art, but he was persuaded to take up another profession."