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
On the whole, we spent a very interesting morning, and, after partaking
of refreshments, we left, having inquired after Count D’Orsay, whom we
learned was then on a trip to earth. Bidding adieu to the Countess and
her friends, we started for the celebrated island called the “Golden
Nest,” which lies in a south-westerly direction from the Countess’s
villa.
After having travelled some hours in our own diligence (i.e., driven
through the air by our own will), moving along quite leisurely that we
might survey the country beneath us, we reached a group of beautiful
lakes, reminding me strongly in size and appearance of lakes Erie,
Huron, Michigan, and Superior, the famed lakes of my own native clime.
In the centre of the largest of these lakes lay the island we were
seeking. We descended like skilful aeronauts into the centre of a
group of happy children, who were playing like little fairies amid the
flowers blooming profusely everywhere.
Singling out two of the prettiest, we addressed them.
Directly a merry band gathered about us, answering our questions
intelligently and skipping before us to lead the way to the “Golden
Nest,” as the superb structure was called in which these little
soul-birds were sheltered.
Everywhere, as we advanced, our eyes lit upon pretty bands of children;
some swinging in the tree-boughs like birds, some waltzing in the air,
others sitting upon the green, chattering and singing, filling the
surrounding air with their melody.
Certainly it was a most enlivening sight to witness their enjoyment.
After having amused ourselves for a while with their gambols, we turned
our steps toward the Home.
The building was oval in form, and composed of a golden fleecy
incrustation from which it derived it, name. Within, the “Nest” was
like Aladdin’s palace.
Innumerable compartments, hung with silks and tissues of tender and.
harmonious colors, and decorated with birds’ plumage of varied hues,
arrested the eye. These spacious alcoves were each furnished with a
domed skylight, adorned with hanging tassels and glittering ornaments.
Ladies were busy in nearly all of these compartments in instructing
children under their care.
In some that I entered I was shown new-born babes not an hour old, torn
from their mothers’ bosoms on earth, and lying upon fleecy pillows,
attended by lovely women, who looked the angels which they were.
One of these gay baby-nests in which I lingered was decorated with
peculiar tastefulness, and seemed like a perfect aviary. Singular birds
of splendid plumage were perched on various projections about the
spacious apartment, warbling away like silver bells.
The lady of this chamber was engaged in teaching a little girl of some
two summers to mount to the skylight by her will.
This lady, I was informed, was the noble lady R----, so famed for her
charity on earth.
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