This was not all. Whilst these mysterious knockings continued, and made
themselves heard on every point indicated, they reproduced the exact
rhythm of whatever air was demanded of them; the glass in the windows
were broken, and rattled in every direction; the tables were overturned,
or were seen walking about; the chairs were grouped together and
suspended in the air; the dogs were thrown crosswise over one another or
were hung by their tails to the ceiling; knives, brushes, breviaries,
flew out by one window and back through another on the opposite side;
the shovel and tongs quit of themselves the fire-place and walked alone
into the room; the andirons, followed by the fire, recoiled from the
chimney even to the middle of the floor; hammers flew in the air, and
dropped as slowly and as softly as a feather on the floor; the utensils
of the toilet suddenly quitted the chambranle on which they were placed,
and as suddenly returned of their own accord; enormous desks rushed one
against another and were broken, and one loaded with books approached
rapidly and horizontally close to the forehead of Mr. R. de Saint V——,
and, without touching him, dropped perpendicularly upon its feet.
Madame de Saint V——, whose chateau was near to the parsonage, whose
testimony cannot be questioned, and who had witnessed a score of similar
experiments, felt herself drawn one day by the corner of her mantle,
without perceiving the invisible hand that drew it. The Mayor of
Cideville received a violent blow on his thigh, and at the cry forced
from him by this violence, he received a gentle caress, which instantly
relieved him from the pain.
A proprietor, residing fourteen leagues distant, and from whom I hold
this relation, came unexpectedly to Cideville, wholly ignorant of the
mysterious events which were taking place. After a night spent in the
chamber of the boys, he questioned the mysterious knocking, made it
strike in different corners of the room, and established with it the
conditions of a dialogue. One blow, for example, would say yes, two
blows, no; then the number of blows would indicate the number of the
letter in the alphabet, &c. This settled, the witness caused to be
rapped out his surname and Christian name, and those of his children,
his age and theirs, to the year, month, and day,—the name of his
commune, &c. All this was done with such rapidity that he was obliged to
conjure the rapper to proceed more slowly, that he might have more
leisure to verify the answers, all of which he found perfectly exact.
What is more striking is, that this gentleman knew nothing at the time
of spirit-rapping, then beginning to excite attention in the United
States, and it was not till several weeks after that he heard of it.
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