Anyhow, myself I shall wait awhile.
When the spirit comes along that can talk sense, that can tell me something I don't know, I shall be glad to meet him.

The class of spirit that we are getting just at present does not appeal to me.

The thought of him--the reflection that I shall die and spend the rest of eternity in his company--does not comfort me.
She is now a Believer.
A lady of my acquaintance tells me it is marvellous how much these spirits seem to know.

On her very first visit, the spirit, through the voice of the medium--an elderly gentleman residing obscurely in Clerkenwell--informed her without a moment's hesitation that she possessed a relative with the Christian name of George.

(I am not making this up--it is real.) This gave her at first the idea that spiritualism was a fraud.