THE STORY OF THE WIDOW'S MITE[4]
Der Feind den wir am tiefsten hassen,
Der uns umlagert schwarz und dicht,
Das ist der Unverstand der Massen,
Den nur des Geistes Schwert durchbricht.
Arbeiter—Marseillaise.
'Ce n'est pas la vérité qui persuade les hommes,
Ce sont ceux qui la disent.'—Nicole.
Si non è vero, è molto ben trovato. Bruno (Eruici Furori) Part 2, Di 3.
"A few years ago I knew a lady in New York who was in the habit of giving gratuitous private sittings to her family and a few friends. The moment she became entranced in the curtained space in her room, one or more of her spirit controls would come and speak through her. Among them was a spirit named George Carrol, who, when alive had been a friend of the medium and some of her circle. He had a strong manly voice, and could be heard distinctly all over the room.
"One evening as her friends were sitting in the circle while the medium was entranced, the loud voice of George was heard, 'Has anyone here got anything belonging to the late Henry Ward Beecher?'
"'I have a letter in my pocket from Mr. Beecher's successor, if that is what you mean?' said a gentleman present.