In your dreams I saw you start,
While your breath came warm and quickened
By the fluttering of your heart.
Then no more I need to try you,
For you felt my heart was thine,
Felt my hovering presence nigh you—
Then it was your soul met mine.�
When Auntie had finished reading this production, which all present declared truly Byronic, Professor Russell bade them each write upon a piece of paper the name of some departed friend and the spirits would respond to their questions through his “control.�
The slips were written, folded as directed, and thrown into a hat, while the Professor again went into a trance state, and taking one of the slips in his fingers—his eyes having been previously bandaged—he awaited communication from the other world.
“I can see a name, ‘Henry Arthur,’� he read slowly. “He is present. I see him distinctly. He is of medium height and wears a uniform.�