"I vants my vrow, what I left in Harlem, to takes that two tousand dollars and gives it back to that Jew's vrow. That's what I came for to-day, Sir. (Has your vrow got it?) Vell, my vrow has got it in a tin box. Ven I first go, I takes the money, I gives it to my vrow, and she takes care of it. Now I vants my vrow to give that two tousand dollars to that Jew's vrow. "(How do you spell your name?) The vrow knows how to spell. (Hans Von Vleet.) There's a something you cross in it. The vrow spells the rest. Ah, that's wrong; you makes a blunder. Its V. not F. That's like all vrows. (Do all vrows make blunders?) Vell, I don't know; all do sometimes, I suppose. (Didn't you like vrows here?) Oh, vell, I likes 'em sometimes. I likes mine own vrow. I not likes to be a vrow myself. (Don't the clothes fit?) Ah, vell, I suppose they fits, but I not likes to wear what not becomes me." It is scarcely necessary to make comments on such horrible nonsense as this. I may recur to the subject in future, should it appear expedient. At present I must drop the subject of female men. At the head of the "Message Department" is a standing advertisement, which reads as follows: "Our free circles are held at No. 158 Washington street, Room No. 4 (up stairs,) on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The circle-room will be open for visitors at two o'clock; services commence at precisely three o'clock, after which time no one will be admitted. Donations solicited." On the days and at the hour mentioned in the above advertisement, quite an audience assembles to hear the messages Mrs. C. may have to deliver. If a stranger present should request a message from one of his spirit-friends, he would be told that a large number of spirits were seeking to communicate through that "instrument," and each must await his turn! Having read obituary notices in the files of old newspapers, and the published list of those recently killed in battle, the medium has data for any number of "messages." She talks in the style that she imagines the person whom she attempts to personate would use, being one of the doctrines of spiritualism that a person's character and feelings are not changed by death. To make the humbug more complete, she narrates imaginary incidents, asserting them to have occurred in the earth-experience of the spirit who purports to have possession of her at the same time she is speaking. Mediums in various parts of the country furnish her with the names of and facts relative to different deceased people of their acquaintance, and those names and facts are used by her in supplying the "Message Department" of the "Banner of Light."