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more to add except: "Because this hap-
Ipened there were consequences." George
Eliot would say: " It can never be altered. It remains un-
altered to alter other things." Now, should I take my facts
and build a structure with them, my building is entitled to
respect. You are not justified in saying: " A silly house of
cards! She has a clever knack of balancing them: but —
puff — a. single breath will blow them down ! "

I said my brother brought a spirit-doctor, who afterward
became a guardian. There came to me so many " facts " in
proof of 3iis, that I, perforce, must state a few of them.
For if you stop to think of it, however people talk of guar-
dian angels, very little faith in them is manifest.

After that New Year's dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Bundy's
son Leroy came after me. He had been lately married, and
Delia wanted music-lessons; moreover, I was pleased to hope,
his mother wanted me. And anyway I had a three month's
rest among them, varied with rhyming work ; for I was busy
shoring up my most ambitious — or at least, my very longest
piece of verse. I pushed Psychometry one side; that was
delight, not business. The Dentons, genuine scientists, spent,
I was told, all they could gather up for several years, to dem-
onstrate and make the world aware of Psychometric truth.
That was not my calling. I had no mind to sacrifice so
much as one Spenserian stanza just because of that. For,
after all, if we must sacrifice, the most of us would choose
the visible altar! — ^and on the mountain top, by preference.
During those winter evenings, Leroy and Delia visited

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upstairs quite out of hearing; while Grsmdma Hard, George
and Fondana Bundy and myself, took all the time we wanted,
just for talk. But once our talk was interrupted curiously:

Telling a funny story to entertain my friends, I had a
mind to make it funnier; I— embellished itl Nobody had
time to laugh. Right in our center some one gave a long,
loud, whistling " Whew! "

We stared a moment; I was stricken dumb. Then Mrs.
Bundy, who had a sense of humor, said: '* Mother 1 What
are you whistling for? "

Grandma (79 by this time), turned indignantly: "I
didn't whistle; it was George."

" I haven't a tooth to whistle with," said George.

" Then it was Fondana."

" Mother, you know I never whistled in my life."

And then it came again, right in the center of the group ;
not quite so loud, but still a much astonished ** Whewl "

G>nfused, I said: "I wish that something else would
come, as unexplainable." To tell the truth I was much
ashamed. I inwardly resolved that all my life^ I'd keep my
funny stories well within the limit.

The door was open to the little kitchen. Just beyond that
door a rattling noise began, much like the crumpling up of
stiff brown paper, only many times exaggerated. It kept up,
we estimated, full three minutes. All the doors, save that
between the rooms, were closed. Not a living creature small
as a mouse, was on the lower floor, beside ourselves. There
was not even a paper curtain at the window, nor a scrap of
paper visible, within that room.

Now, lest you think I have ignored the outer form of so-
called Spiritualism too much, I frankly say that I believe a
spirit caused the noises, — ^not for fun, but for an obvious
purpose. The whistling showed intelligence and moral
sense; power to rebuke and to enforce rebuke with repetition.
And further, finding that my moral sense was quickened, I
was granted " something more," to clinch the matter.
Moreover, really, you know, the air within a tight-shut room
could never whistle of itself. Ventriloquism: Not from
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I used to think that spirits of a lower order only, made
such outward demonstrations. I am not so sure. There
are good physicists in Heaven I dare suppose.

Nothing could be more plain and simple than the way in
which my brother's friend began his ministrations. We were
rather glum one evening. Mr. Bundy's eyes were troubling
him, and Auntie had a painful rheumatism in her most serv-
iceable right arm— our chief dependence practically.

One came and stood beside me, dimly seen as once before;
— a well-built gentleman of fifty, whose hair was white. I
saw no more and never saw him afterward. He never told
of self but thrice — this night and twice again. He in-
fluenced me to speak and, I suppose, to personate himself.
Always the voice he used was firm and masculine, his man-
ner vigorous and his talk that of a cultured doctor, who had
learned (chiefly in ^irit-life we gathered) many truths not
widely understood.

Speaking of me, he never said: " My medium;" he always
said " My friend." During five years and more — ^long as
I needed him — ^he made myself and others well aware of his
most lovable personality.

This time he spoke to this effect: " My friend was very
sick some months ago. Her brother called on me for aid.
Now I have taken her in charge; I have her life to save."

Having so introduced himself, he said to Mrs. Bundy:
" Madam, I see that you are suffering. Before retiring, have
your husband spend a half hour pouring hot water on your
arm — as hot as may be borne. And you " — turning to Mr.
Bundy, "will find relief from tea-leaves. Bind them wet
upon your eyes and keep the bandage on till morning."

" But won't you tell us who you are? "

" Many years ago in Boston, I was known as Dr. Jona-
than Andrews. Call me Dr. Andrews."

Once I asked an elderly Boston lady — a stranger met by
chance near forty years ago — ^whether she had ever heard of
Dr. Jonathan Andrews. She answered: " Many times. He
had been my mother's doctor and she used to say in every
difficult case: * If only Dr. Jonathan Andrews were alive,
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This 18 no conclusive proof; howbeit I never sous^t for
more.

Now, the next morning, both my friends were wholly
cured. I suppose that gave them confidence; for when the
Spirit came that evening, they asked for further help:

" We are troubled about our son's wife, Delia. She was
not well before her marriage. Two of her family had died,
and she had taken care of them. We thought she only
needed rest; but now we think there may be positive danger.
If we call her down, will you examine and prescribe for
her?"

"You need not call her down. Til visit her and see
what may be done."

Presently the spirit said: "Your daughter is in danger.
She is in the first stage of consumption. She might be saved,
but not by any common means, such as you have at hand."

While he paused, said Mr. Bundy: "There's a Dr. Dick
who cures consumption, just at the beginning. We sent our
nieces to him, but he sent them back within a week or two.
He said they were too far gone. Could he save Delia do
you think?"

"I don't know Dr. Dick; but I will search him out."
Here let me state that I, m3rself, knew absolutely nothing
about Dr. Dick, nor had Cordelia's actual danger fairly oc-
curred to me.

*' I'll tell you where to find him," Mr. Bundy said.

" Tell me in this way: Fix your mind upon the road and
follow it in thought from here to there. I will go along;
and you shall hear just what I diink of him tomorrow night."

The following day I worried silently. To hand out
Psychic gifts to friends was happifying, but having human
life depend upon my mediumship was quite another matter.
Till finally I begged of Auntie: "Don't have unbounded
faith I ^ You know that I am always conscious. Without the
least intention, my mind might interfere. Whatever may
be said to-night, remember you are the one to judge."

She only smiled : " You needn't be concerned. We have
had mediums of our own." Why, so they had I How could
I presume to follow Lucy Hard? Moreover, there was
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seven years of age, I think, they set her down to play at
picture-making. Quietly and long she seemed to play, then
rose up sleepily and crossed the room to lay her slate on
Auntie Bundy's knee — ^all written over with a message from
her father (the father of the child). He had told tWngs he
wanted done. You may be sure they were attended to.

But afterward he wrote, through some one else I appre-
hend : " I shall not influence Frankie any more. It would
be unjust to her. She is too delicately constituted." That
ended Frankie's mediumship, it seemed. My own was not
so wonderful. I thought it wise to doubt. Moreover, I
had yet to learn that Dr. Andrews had magnetic power. He
gave, through me, just what he chose to give and not what
I, or others, asked of him.

When evening came, we sat awaiting — they full of expec-
tation, I dull and half-unwilling. Then just a little back of
me one stood and reached an arm around, holding before my
sight a perfect picture, eighteen inches long perhaps and
actually framed! And, doing so, he said with emphasis:
"Dr.— Dick'iH-House!"

I spoke without one doubtful tremor. " Mr. Bundy, Dr.
Dick lives in a large, two-story house close by the road.
There is a pump before it and a watering trough. The
house has just one door in front, and, on each side of that,
four windows. Taking both stories there are sixteen win-
dows visible. Just at the rig^t-hand comer, there's a gate
through which you reach the back. A fence is just in line.
The house is old, and not in good repair. It is what we
used to call * wood-colored,'— never painted. There is one
clapboard missing high up, on the left. The roof slopes
toward the road, and there is moss along the eaves in several
places, and even higher up among the shingles."

Curiously enough, just then I saw what was not in the
picture ; rather, I lost the picture and looked away. I went
on just the same: " Off on the left the scenery is beautiful.
There are green meadows and a river. Across the river, a
mile or two away, I judge, there is a large and handsome
village. What village is it Mr. Bundy? "

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"Why, so it is! I recognize the scene. We moved to
Canada when I was nine years old, and crossed that river.
I remember how the village looked so far away. We visited
my father's cousin there. But certainly I never saw this
house of Dr. Dick's."

" Well," said Mr. Bundy: " I have been there twice and
if I stood this moment right before the house, I could not pos*
sibly describe it any better. It is very old; I saw the moss
myself."

How did Dr. Andrews get that vivid picture and put it in
a frame for me to see? Far finer than a photograph, for
every shade of color had been reproduced. And here is
something yet more wonderful :

The time was early March. There must have been Can-
adian snows on all those fertile meadows ; yet they looked to
me as fresh and green as if the time were summer. / had
passed that way in March and afterward in October. It
seems I might have caught the scene from Mr. Bundy's
mind ; for he had seen it looking just that way. But for the
house itself, I am fain to think that Dr. Andrews showed me
what he had actually seen ; and, to be yet more definite, had
framed the picture handsomely. Where did he get the
frame?

Howbeit with such a double confirmation, I was well con-
tent, and then, and ever after, on occasion, I welcomed Dr.
Andrews I This, in effect, is what he said:

"My friends, good evening to you all! — I have visited
Dr. Dick. He pleased me very much, — a good man and
an excellent physician. He has a method of his own; and
for consumption, in its early stage, I know of none that
equals it. I am at liberty to say that, in this one respect,
he far surpasses any doctor in America. I recommend him
to your daughter. Under his care, I promise her recovery."

Two of Delia's family had died of that disease, which
once begun, had run a rapid course. The spirit-doctor's
diagnosis was confirmed by Dr. Dick, under whose care
she was inunediately placed and soon was literally cured.
I think she is living still.*

As to this dire white-plague, whatever methods since have

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been approved, I think I ought to tell you more. For Dr.
Dick, in saving many, after his toilsome manner, wore his
life away, and I have never heard of its adoption by an-
other. Being of a German school, he made much use of
roots and herbs; but just you say " consumption " — off came
his coat! And first he donned a pair of flannel mittens, with
which he rubbed his patients, underneath their robes, with
violence, for half an hour; then bathed and rubbed them
thoroughly ten minutes in strong red pepper tea; then don-
ned another pair of mittens and rubbed for twenty minutes
longer. He skinned them now and then by chance, but this
he deprecated ; he " didn't wish to cruelize ! *' This every
day and maybe twice a day, till the dread visitant fled in
terror ; for he never took a patient quite beyond that critical
first stage. He never trusted to apprentices; people might
knock at that dilapidated " tavern-stand " all day, but only
ten at once were ever lodged therein ; and when he died no
doubt that hundreds lived because of him.

"Auntie" sent for me one time. Dr. Dick had come
from Canada to roam the woods, guided by Mr. Bundy, in
search of simples. I had congested lungs and functional dis-
order of the heart; — ^just on the point of breaking down
completely. Dr. Marvin thought I took a single "treat-
ment." Half the night I dreamed of standing at the stake
among the blazing fagots and suffering holy martyrdom. But
when I came to breakfast, breathing like an infant, danger
had disappeared. It seemed miraculous.

When Dr. Dick took Delia's case in hand, I had an urgent
call from Mrs. Higley. Curtis, her son, who had starved
at Andersonville, had someway set aside for her a little sum
of money. If I woidd take that fund, go out to Buffalo,
purchase an instnunent, and stay six months with them in-
structing Nettie, she was persuaded Curtis would be greatly
pleased. I had no doubt of it. I therefore did my finsJ
work upon " Atlantis," in the Higley farm-house, not a mile
from Levi Brown's.

My brother-in-law, the Rev. Rufus Cooley, had lately
settled in Wisconsin, and, being much beloved, had easily,
persuaded Mother and the rest to follow him, purchase a
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could not see my way just then to leave these country friendi
and Margaret McMaster (with whom I spent three siun-
mers first and last among the '' Cattaraugus breakers"), nor
yet that " Nameless Club " of Buffalo, whose members, even
then, were sending in subscriptions for the book that wa»
about to be. More than all these could realize, I was bound
up in them. And so I stayed at Mr. Higley's farm-house
half a year and spent six hours a day in mental labor.

Once a week, and sometimes in between, three familie^^
the Higle3r8, Browns and Hawleys — ^with myself, had happy
"circles." Tliither every time came Dr. Jonathan An-
drews. Not that he blocked the way of others. He was
the soul of courtesy. He came, as any gentleman mi^t, who
means to spend an evening with his friends in pleasant con-
versation. Only at our desire, he led the way — instructed
us and answered questions in philosophy. We were all en-
gaged in scientific Psychical Research — he, the scientist^ we»
the investigators. He taught us Psychic laws, and more
than once dipped into physics, even telling things I have seen
announced since then as fresh discoveries. Sometimes he
gave a message from another; that seemed to please him welL
He loved the common folk and all their common ways.

One ni^t he spoke of self. Tliis was the manner of it:
He was expounding something. I was listening, as ucual.
Meanwhile, I saw come in and cross the room, my Mrs.
Manley's father, Mr. Haines. I had not known that he
was dangerously sick, but he had passed away, it proved, two
days before. Dr. Andrews paused, remained in silence for
a little time, then said: " I wish to tell you something about
my early life. My mother was a poor, hard-working widow.
I was her only child. She owned a lonely little cottage by
the sea; but, half a mile away, there was a summer boarding
house, close to a little village. I was mother's errand boy;
I carried back the work that she had done and brou^t new
bundles home. I had a trafEc of my own. The siunmer I
was ten, I earned, for mother, thirty dollars, gathering clams
and selling star-fish, shells and mosses, to the city ladies. I was
intensely proud of that. But in the Autumn mother died. I
suppose no boy could be more broken-hearted. They bound
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one was kind. But all the while I was unhappy. I had lost
my mother. One day when I was twelve, I was allowed to
swim with other boys and I was nearly drowned. With dif-
ficulty I was resuscitated ; but there had been so great a shock,
it made me dull for months. My mind lost balance; I grew
dissatisfied, and chose to run away. I started out toward
Boston. I had just eighteen dollars of my own. It seemed
a fortune. People cared for me along the road, but when
I reached the city, I was half worn out and very hungry.
I bought a loaf of bread over a bar, where men were drinlc-
ing. Seeing that I had money, a smiling fellow o£Eered me
a drink of lemonade. I thought him very kind.

**At midnight, I awoke, sick and bewildered, l3ring in a
doorway, deep in shadow. I rose and staggered on, think-
ing to find a tavern possibly. But when I looked I found
that I had lost my money. So for hours I lay beside a wall
and sobbed. There seemed no place for me in all the
world.'*

Here I am compelled to pause. I cannot hope to repro-
duce the sweetness and simplicity with which he told the
rest: How his mother came in visible presence; how she
printed on his mind a street and number; how he sought
the place and found a widow's home; and how she fed and
kept him till her son came in, then led him forward, saying:
"You need an office boy, and here he is I** And how he
came at last to have an office of his own. Then in a few
short sentences he paid a tribute to the mother and her son,
that showed us something of the measureless depth of spirit-
gratitude.

He ended: "I have told this for an especial reason.
When you hear that a good boy with good intentions, has
run away from home, remember this: He will not be al*
lowed to go alone* He will not suffer serious barm. Some
spirit will protect/**

The following day came Mrs. Bundy, saying mysteriously:
"I have heard from Vineland." (In New Jersey — ^then
Mrs. Manley's home). "Your friend is deep in trouble. She
hopes, through you, to get a spirit-message; but I am not to
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" I know already that her father's gone/' I said. ** He
came last evening."

" He was living when she wrote. Do try to tell her
something I " I sat a little while in silence. Then I said:
'* I can see nothing but a vessel. I have no idea what it
means."

Now the letter said: " My boy has run away; we think
from sheer discouragement for lack of work." She doubt-
less might have added : " also because of grief " — ^he being
very fond of Mr. Haines and knowing death was near.

Although his boys and girls, together with their boys and
girls are kith and kin to me, I learned from him but yes-
terday, that first he went to sea.

We have our limitations. I was never used (but once) to
seek and find a wanderer. This boy no letter could have
intercepted. I had to be content with Dr. Andrews' message
and the memory of a father, seven years in spirit life, who
would not let him drift alone.

These be simple stories. You may conceive that spirits
travel broader roads. No doubt they do, I have met them
there myself and mean to tell about it. Meantime, along
these narrow paths, I choose to show you first what gentle
intimacy may be possible between ourselves and them. The
greatest man will stoop to kiss his child. If we are chil-
dren, not the less our elders in the other life, may find us
lovable.

There was a yearly gathering of " Progressive Friends **
at *' Hemlock Hall " close to the Baldwin farm, that called
in many thousands. ** Speakers " near at home were always
ready for the rostrum; others came from far. That year
my Mrs. Brown was called upon to entertain a lady-lecturer
from Baltimore, said to be held in high esteeem. So, being
diffident with strangers, she called on me to come and help
her out with talk.

Our guest was rather elderly — ^fifty-seven she said.
Though reticent, she drew me strongly, being a disciplined
woman full of quiet dignity, very attractive dso in appear-
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cankered mouth. My Dr. Andrews had a way of proffer-
ing help, even on slight occasion. So, by telepathy, he named
to me a remedy. Telling her this, she said: "I need more
help than that; suppose we have a circle."

So four of us sat down, joined hands a moment, just for
harmony, and presently die lady talked at ease with Dr.
Andrews. Someway, I have no memory of what he said,
although I heard of course. But all the while, after the
first few sentences, I watched a beautiful young lady, walk-
ing to and fro, who seemed to me waiting her turn td speak.
Dressed in perfect white, much like a bridal robe, she paced
the floor from wall to wall along the further side, always
upon the self-^ame line. She walked so swiftly that, as she
turned about, her dress went floating out as in a wind. Will
anyone be shocked? There were two flounces, deep and
delicately traced with broidery — ^vine-like above, but heavier
near the hem. I saw the very pattern — I seem to see it now;
and there were similar effects about the neck and sleeves.
And then I saw that all the time, whichever way she turned,
she kept her eyes intently on the face of her whom she had
come to see — her mother certainly. For, with a difference
of years, the one was like the other, only more delicately
made. An exquisite creature, verily alive ! —

" A spirit, yet a woman, too."

At last she spoke; — she hurled her message forth as one

might fling a rose Was it a rose? — I thought: "It

may be sweet — I am not wholly sure;" and wondered
whether I would dare deliver it.

But Dr. Andrews having spoken for himself then spoke
for her : " Lady, you have a lovely daughter present. I hear
her say : ' Tell mother to tell husband that Fm old enough
for him now!***

The mother rose and left the room. Mrs. Brown and I
felt that we must not question her; but Mr. Brown was not
so scrupulous. He asked on her return : " Did you imder-
stand the message?"

" You shall judge. I have a lovely daughter, who passed
to spirit-life two years ago at twenty years of age. When
she was just eighteen she loved and chose to marry a gentle-
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myself were strong Republicans and Spiritualists, as well as
public lecturers. Our families were intensely orthodox and
Southern S3rmpathizers. I was compelled to leave my home
because of that. My daughter clung to me. There was a
storm of opposition to the marriage,-— excused ostensibly by
the di£Eerence in ages. * She is too young for him I ' was said
a thousand times, I think. They all refused to visit her, —
even her best-loved friends. She only lived two years. No
words of mine can tell how much this message means to me.''
But— old enou^?. . . .Spirits advance by leaps and bounds
no doubt. After numy years can we be sure of overtaking
them? — Forbear the lower thought 1 ''Depth pre-supposes
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XIX

RUE AND ROSEMARY

lEHOLD then, Dr. Jonathan Andrews I—
old and very old, If time in Spirit-life be
measured by progression. He had passed
away, we may conclude, no less than
eighty years before he named his name, as
I have said, and proffered services. He

(might have visited a myriad worthier; but



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