Ere we were aware, we were ushered into the midst of a hilarious group of authors, who welcomed us in a most cordial manner. I did not need to have them introduced to me by name, as I recognized each readily from likenesses I had seen on earth. Lord Byron’s countenance is much handsomer and more spiritualized in expression than any portrait of him extant. I noticed that the deformity of his foot, which had been a severe affliction to him on earth, was no longer apparent. Scott looked as good and as jovial as ever, and Tom Moore, the very pink of perfection and elegance. As for the Countess, when I last saw her on earth I thought her incomparable. But whether it was through the cosmetic influences of the spirit air, or from other causes, she had now become bewitchingly beautiful. After we had conversed awhile on general topics and I had answered their questions in regard to the changes which had occurred in certain terrestrial localities with which, they were familiar, the Countess invited us out to survey the landscape from her balcony. The view from this point was extremely romantic. Just beyond the spacious park extended a lovely lake, whose waters were of a rich golden-green color. Upon its limpid bosom several gondolas floated, and gay parties waved their handkerchiefs to us from beneath the silken hangings as they passed. “Countess,” said I, after my eye had surveyed the fine landscape and noble residence, “I am but a wandering Bohemian, and you must excuse my audacity if I ask how it, is possible that in this “world of shadows” you have surrounded yourself by so much that is beautiful and substantial? You could not bring your title and your lands with you from earth. Your jewels and costly raiment you must have left behind; then whence comes all this wealth and luxury?” The Countess smiled. “Ah,” said she, roguishly, “you did not study your Bible lesson well if you did not learn that you could ’lay up treasures in heaven.’ Why, all the time I was living on earth I had friends working for me--admirers who had been drawing interest from my youthful talent and had laid it up to my account. We go upon the tithe system here, and ’render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s.” She told me that works of interest which are published on earth are reproduced in the spirit world and the author credited with a tithe of what accrues from them. Byron, Scott, and Moore have also been doing double duty while on earth, and have been recompensed for their industry in the spirit world. Byron, she privately informed me, had been united to the Mary of his early love, and under her sweet womanly influence had lost much of the misanthropy which had annoyed his friends in this life. As my stay was short, I had only opportunity to converse with these men of mark on general topics.