The writer visited a special seance at one of the most aristocratic and _recherché_ abodes of the marvellous in this city, not long since. I was ushered into the brilliantly lighted hall by a janty-looking little biddy in white and embroidered apron. That was all I saw of her, as she disappeared and was substituted by the lady of the house, the medium. She was a pretty, pleasant little lady, with brilliant, dancing, light eyes, hair golden brown, and was dressed in a black silk dress, with blue overskirt, a rich lace collar, and flowing sleeves of the same material. Depositing hat, coat, and cane on the hall rack, I was introduced to the assembled guests in the great parlors. These rooms were united by a wide, open archway, were high, and brilliantly lighted by rich chandeliers in each room. An elegant piano occupied the west side of the front parlor, upon which was a pile of the latest music. The furniture was of black walnut, and richly upholstered in green and gold rep. The mantel was adorned with vases of porcelain, images of marble and terra-cotta, and little knickknacks of foreign production. The walls were hung with a few of Prang's chromos, oil paintings, and two "spirit" photographs. The most beautiful, as well as the most remarkable, feature of the rooms was the magnificent bouquets of native hot-house flowers, which covered the two marble-topped centre-tables and sideboard. These were presents to the spirits! They did not take them away; the only one I saw removed was knocked over by a careless elbow. I regret to add, that there was no "manifestation," nor anything revealed, worth recording. A BOUNCER. A scene that occurred at another place where I previously visited may be considered worthy of notice. I clambered two flights of stairs, and found myself face to face with a very large woman, answering to the alias of Madam ----. She was very fleshy, weighing probably two hundred and thirty-five pounds avoirdupois. Her face was pleasant, and conversation easy. I handing over the required "picture paper," she tumbled into a great easy-chair, and, without any pretence to a trance, began,-- [Illustration: "I PERCEIVE YOU ARE IN LOVE."] "I perceive that you are in love." This was startling news to a bachelor. "There are two pretty females, one dark-complexioned, the other light." (This is the usual "dodge," for, if there is a woman in the question, one of the two is bound to answer this general description.) "Which shall we follow?" she very teasingly inquired. "Either that comes handiest," was my indifferent reply.