Strange Visitors: A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance stateHorn, Henry J.
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Strange Visitors: A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state
Horn, Henry J.
Spirit writings
“Haint you afeared of me, Madam?” With the pirsistent obstinacy of the
feminine gender, she refused to notice me. So I thought she was kinder
“set up on her pins,” and I shouted louder:
“Victoria _Brown_! Aint you afeared of me? Aint you afeared I’ll tell
Prince Albert of your _dooins_?”
At that she gin an awful yell, and flung herself down upon a yaller
satin divan, trimed with gold, and slobbered it all over with tears.
I know’d then I had a “_mission to perform_,” and that my fleshless
bones were not given me for useless pleasure, but as a “warnin’ to my
race.”
Arter this adventer I left the palace as I had entered it, “leavin’ not
a trace behind me.”
Since that affair, I have bin goin’ about “doin’ good,” frightnin’ the
wicked into fits, and follerin’ in the steps of the parsen, and thus
working my way out of Purgatory.
LECTER II.
ARTEMUS WARD.--OUT OF PURGATORY.
Relatives and nabors,--Thinkin’ you’ll, like to know whether I’d bin
roastin’ in brimstone, along with Solomen and Lot’s wife, and that you
might feel consarned to know sumthin’ about my further adventers, I’ll
continoo.
One mornin’ soon after this, havin’ spent a restless nite, I was
thinkin’ what I had best do, when I seed, cumin’ rite out of a big
marble edifice, a nice little woman about as raw-boned as myself. As
she carried an open paper in her hand which was certified to by two
bishops and three clergeymen that she’d bin baptised and her sins
washed away, I felt it would be safe for me to foller her, knowin’ I
had no such dockerment to admit me into the good graces of Abraham or
Peter, or whatever porter might keep the gates of Paradise.
She seemed kinder skeered and tremblin’ like for a minit, not knowin’
what to do; then with a sudden start she spread herself out just like
the eagel of Ameriky, and soared rite up into the sky with nothin’ to
histe her by. I felt in my heart to foller her, and spread out just as
she did, keeping near her on the sly.
As she went on she began to shine like a star, shootin’ on through the
azure heavens for all the world like a sky-rocket.
That put me on my pluck, and I bust out just like a sky-rocket too. My
blazers! If it didn’t make my head spin.
When I collected my idees, I thought I’d look and see if I resembled
a glow-worm behind, and there, by thunder, was a long stream of
light, just like the tail of a comet! I tell you, I felt happy! She’s
regenerated me, thought I; and I, too, am one of the “shining hosts”!
And then directly, without any warnin’ or noise of any kind, all around
began to look about the color of a yaller sun-flower, and I began to
scent a powerful smell of roses and violets.
The female sank down in the golden air, and I kept cluss beside her,
and as she kept droppin’ she suddenly changed, like the old woman in
the fairy-book, into a bouncin’ girl, the very pictur of the goddess of
liberty!
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