“My Dear Mrs. Fish:
“Can you and your sister possibly make it convenient to come to my house this afternoon? If not, do come this evening without fail. You will confer a great favor by so doing. I want to see you both very much.
“Your ever dear friend,
“Mrs. Patchen.”
“P.S. I did not send your little satchel, as I wanted you to come and see me yourself. Please send an answer by the little boy.”
“Buffalo, March 21, 1851.
“Dear Friends, Mrs. Fish and Sister:
“I have been anxiously waiting to see you at our home again.
“The Phelps House is so crowded I could not see you privately for a moment. I do want to see you very much. I have heard so much of your ‘manifestations’—not yours, but the manifestations of the Spirits. They are very mysterious; it is very singular. My husband was at your rooms last evening, but he thought it not best for me to come in such a crowd. I wish you could disengage yourselves for one afternoon or evening as soon as you possibly can. I never before felt so deeply interested in the subject. I cannot possibly wait a week. Please send word when you will come.
“Faithfully yours,
“Mrs. Patchen.”
This is the lady through whom Dr. Flint endeavored to expose us to the world as humbugs and impostors.