Thinking the matter over beforehand, I concluded with her, he would sanction everything at oncehe answered. that whenthe questioner, of either sex, was young, love would veryprobably be the topic; the flesh, not the spirit, would bethe predominant interest. Being an ingenuous young man ofthe average sort, and desperately in love with Susan, let ussay, I should naturally assist the supernatural being, if ata loss, to  understand that the one thing wanted wasinformation about Susan. I therefore mentally asked thequestion: 'Who is the most lovely angel without wings, andwith the means of sitting down?' and proceeded to pass thepencil over the letters, pausing nowhere. I now and then gota doubtful rap on or under the table, - how delivered I knownot - but signifying nothing. It was clear the spiritsneeded a cue. I put the pencil on the letter S, and kept itthere. I got a tentative rap. I passed at once to U. I gota more confident rap. Then to S. Rap, rap, withouthesitation. A and N were assented to almost before I touchedthem. Susan was an angel - the angel. What more logicalproof could I have of the immortality of the soul?
Mrs. - asked me whether I was satisfied. I said it wasmiraculous; so much so indeed, that I could hardly believethe miracle, until corroborated by another. Would thespirits be kind enough to suspend this pencil in the air?
'Oh! that was nonsense. The spirits never lent themselves tomere frivolity.' 'I beg the spirits' pardon, I am sure,'