"Spiritus ubi vult spirat; et vocem ejus audis, sed nescis unde veniat aut quo vadat. Sic est omnis qui natus est ex spiritu." ("The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth. So is every one that is born of the Spirit.") "Dear little sister, I am here, and see that you are as good as ever. You are a medium. I will go to you with great happiness. Tell my mother her dear daughter loves her from this world.[9] "LOUISA." Some one asked one of the spirits if he could indicate by taps the words engraved inside of her ring. The response was: "I love that one should love me as I love when I love." A member of the company suspected that the table around which we were sitting might conceal a piece of mechanism for producing the raps. Accordingly, one of the sentences was dictated by raps made _in the air_. Here is another series: "Je suis ung ioyeux compaignon qui vous esmarveilleray avecques mes discours, je ne suis pas ung Esperict mateologien, je vestiray non liripipion et je diray: Beuvez l'eaue de la cave, poy plus, poy moins, serez content. "ALCOFRIBAZ NAZIER." ("I am a jollie blade who will astonie you by my speech. I am not a vaine-babbling sperit. I will wear my graduate's hood and saie: Drinke ye water of ye cellar [wine],--no more, no less. Be content. "FRANCOIS RABELAIS.")[10] A rather lively discussion arose upon the subject of this unexpected visit,--and of the language, which some erudite persons present thought not to be pure Rabelaisian. Whereupon the table rapped: "Bons enfants estes de vous esgousiller a ceste besterie. Mieux vault que beuviez froid que parliez chaud." "Rabelais." ("Ye're regular babies to bawle yourselves hoarse over this selynesse. It is bettaire to drinke cauld than to speak warme.) "Liesse et Noel! Monsieur Satan est defun, et de male mort. Bien marrys sont les moynes, moynillons, bigotz et cagotz, carmes chaulx et dechaulx, papelards et frocards, mitrez et encapuchonnez: les vecy sans couraige, les Esperictz les ont destrosnez. Plus ne serez roustiz et eschaubouillez ez marmites monachales et roustissoires diaboliques; foin de ces billevesees papales et clericquales. Dieu est bon, iuste et plein de miserichorde; it dict a ses petits enfancts: aimez-vous les ungs les autres et it pardoint a la repentance. Le grand dyable d'enfer est mort; vive Dieu!"