resemblance, which in this instance was very far from
the conception either of myself or of either of the two
ladies who made up the circle. Two communicators sent
messages, the first of whom spelt out as a name
"Dorothy Postlethwaite," a name unknown to any of us.
She said she died at Melbourne five years before, at
the age of sixteen, that she was now happy, that she
had work to do, and that she had been at the same
school as one of the ladies. On my asking that lady to
raise her hands and give a succession of names, the
table tilted at the correct name of the head mistress
of the school. This seemed in the nature of a test.
She went on to say that the sphere she inhabited was
all round the earth; that she knew about the planets;
that Mars was inhabited by a race more advanced than
us, and that the canals were artificial; there was no
bodily pain in her sphere, but there could be mental
anxiety; they were governed; they took nourishment; she
had been a Catholic and was still a Catholic, but had
not fared better than the Protestants; there were
Buddhists and Mohammedans in her sphere, but all fared
alike; she had never seen Christ and knew no more about
Him than on earth, but believed in His influence;
spirits prayed and they died in their new sphere before
entering another; they had pleasures--music was
among them. It was a place of light and of laughter.
She added that they had no rich or poor, and that the
general conditions were far happier than on earth.

This lady bade us good-night, and immediately the