When the foregoing verse was received, Dr. X. was again present, this time with his wife and two physicians, Dr. R. and Dr. P. It will have been observed that many doctors of many kinds have “sat at the feet” of Patience Worth, but all, as I have said, have come as the friends of friends of Mrs. Curran, upon her invitation, or upon that of Mr. Curran. On this occasion Patience began:
“They do seek o’ me, ever; that they do see the pettiskirt o’ me, and eat not o’ the loaf! (More interested in the phenomenon than the words.) Ayea, but he ahere (Dr. R.) hath a wise pate. Aye, he seeketh, and deep athin the heart o’ him sinketh seed o’ the word o’ me. Aye, even though he doth see the me o’ me athrough the sage’s eye o’ him, still shall he to love the word o’ me.”
After due acknowledgments from Dr. R., she continued:
“Yea, brother, hark unto the word o’ me, for thou dost seek amid the fields o’ Him! Aye, and ’tis, thou knowest, earth’s men that be afar amore awry athin the in-man than in the flesh. And ’tis the in-man o’ men thou knowest.”
Dr. R., a neurologist, gave hearty assent.
“Put thou unto me. (Question me.) ’Tis awish I be that ye weave.”
Dr. R.—“Do you see through Mrs. Curran’s eyes and hear through her ears?”
Patience.—“Even as thou hast spoke, it be. Aye, and yet I say me ’tis the me o’ me that knoweth much she heareth and seeth not.”
Then to a question had she ever talked before with anyone, she said: “Anaught save the flesh o’ me.”
“Fetch ye the wheel,” she commanded, “that I do sit and spin.”