this also a brief but candid notice. And I might here remark how much more elevated, noble, and sublime it would be for the believers in the spirit-manifestations to claim the lightnings of heaven-the electro-magnetic power by which the Creator moves this globe and all worlds in immensity; by which He carries on the multifarious operations of animal and vegetable phenomena, and by which He stirs the universe, as the agent by which spirits also operate on and move dead matter. I am aware that I have taken a middle position, exposed to a cross-fire from both armies. The skeptics, as regards the spirit-manifestations, on the one hand, will condemn me for advocating and defending the sincerity and honesty of its mediums and believers, and these, on the other hand, will condemn me for not believing more. But I have endeavored to do my duty faithfully, and to render honor and justice to whom honor and justice were due, and I cheerfully submit the whole to the tribunal and scrutiny of public opinion. And may God bless all my fellow-men.

NOTE.-Dr. Abercrombie gives the following account of a dream of the Rev. J. Wilkinson, dissenting minister at Weymouth, England, about his mother, and what she at the same hour witnessed. It is given in the Rev. gentleman's own words:

"One night, soon after I was in bed, I fell asleep, and dreamed I was going to London. I thought it would not be much out of my way to go through Gloucestershire, and call upon my friends there. Accordingly I set out, but remembered nothing that happened on the way, till I came to my father's house, when I went to the front door, and tried to open it, but found it fast. I then went to the back door, which I opened, and went in; but fir ding all the family were in bed, I went

across the rooms only, went up stairs, and entered the chamber where my father and mother were in bed. As I went to that side of the bed in which my father lay, I found him asleep, or thought he was so; then I went to the other side, and just turned the foot of the bed. I found my mother awake, to whom I said these words: Mother, I am going a long journey, and I am come to bid you good-bye.' Upon which she answered me in a fright, 'O dear son, thou art dead! With this I awoke, and took no notice of it, more than a common dream, only it appeared to me very perfect, as some dreams will. But in a few days after, as soon as a letter could reach me, I received one by post from my father, upon the receipt of which I was a little surprised, and concluded something extraordinary must have happened, as it was but a little before I had a letter from my friends, and all were well. Upon opening it, I was more surprised still, for my father addressed me as though I was dead, desiring me, if alive, to write immediately; but if the letter should find me living, they concluded I should not live long, and gave this as the reason of their fears: That on such a night, naming it, after they were in bed, my father asleep, and my mother awake, she heard some one try to open the front door; but finding it fast, he went to the back door, which he opened, came in, and came directly through the rooms up stairs, and she perfectly knew it to be my step. I came to her bedside, and spoke to her these words: Mother, I am going a long journey, and am come to bid you good-bye.' Upon which she answered me in a fright, 'O dear son, thou art dead!' which were the very words and circumstances of my dream; but she heard nothing more, and saw nothing; neither did I in my dream, as it was quite dark. Upon this she awoke my father, and told him what had passed; but he endeavored to appease her, by persuading her it was only a dream; she insisted it was no dream, for that she was as perfectly awake as ever she was, and had not the least inclination to sleep since she had been in bed. From these circumstances I am apt to think it was the very same instant when my dream happened, though the distance between us was a hundred miles; but of this I can not speak positively. This occurred while I was at the academy at Ottery, Devon, in the year 1754, and at this distance of time it is still fresh upon my mind. I have since had frequent opportunities of talking over the affair with my mother, and the whole was as fresh upon her mind as it was upon mine. I have often thought that her sensations as to this matter were stronger than mine. What some may think strange, I can not remember that any thing remarkable happened hereupon. This is only a plain, simple narrative of a matter of fact."

Here is a case as wonderful as can be produced in the whole history of the spirit-manifestations, and yet it was only a dream, the intelligence of which was responded to by a mother in the waking state 100 miles distant.

APPENDIX.

Ir is said that there is something so strange and incomprehensible in the spirit-manifestations, that it is impossible to account for them without referring the whole to the agency of departed spirits. Future events are foretold-past secret transactions are disclosedthe thoughts of the heart are read and revealed, and an intelligence displayed beyond that which belongs to the known operations and powers of the human mind, and, therefore, it must be spirits. To show the inconsistency of such a conclusion, I append the following selections, containing records of events of the most surprising character and well authenticated, and which certainly equal, if not surpass, any thing connected with the spirit-manifestations, and yet they belong to certain mysterious operations of the human mind, and not to the influence of departed spirits.

Extract from Mr. Wesley's Works, vol. x., p. 163.

"A little before the conclusion of the late war in Flanders, one who came from thence gave us a very

strange relation. I knew not what judgment to form of this, but waited till John Haime should come over, of whose veracity I could no more doubt than of his understanding. The account he gave was this: 'Jonathan Pyrah was a member of our society in Flanders. I knew him some years, and knew him to be a man of unblameable character. One day he was summoned to appear before the board of general officers. One of them said, "What is this which we hear of you? We hear you are turned prophet, and that you foretell the downfall of the bloody house of Bourbon, and the haughty house of Austria. We should be glad if you were a real prophet, and if your prophecies came true. But what sign do you give to convince us you are so, and that your predictions will come to pass ?" He readily answered, "Gentlemen, I give you a sign. To-morrow, at twelve o'clock, you shall have such a storm of thunder and lightning as you never had before since you came into Flanders. I give you a second sign: As little as any of you expect any such thing, as little appearance of it as there is now, you shall have a general engagement with the French within three days. I give you a third sign: I shall be ordered to advance in the first line. If I am a false prophet, I shall be shot dead at the first discharge. But if I am a true prophet, I shall only receive a musket-ball in the calf of my left leg." At twelve, the next day, there was such thunder and lightning as they never had be

fore in Flanders. On the third day, contrary to all expectation, was the general battle of Fontenoy. He was ordered to advance in the first line, and at the very first discharge he received a musket-ball in the calf of his left leg.""

Swedenborg's Clairvoyance Independent of
Mesmerism.

Kant gives a relation concerning Madame Von Marseville, and continues thus:

"But the following occurrence appears to me to have the greatest weight of proof, and to set the assertion respecting Swedenborg's extraordinary gift out of all possibility of doubt. In the year 1759, when M. de Swedenborg, toward the end of February, on Saturday, at 4 o'clock, P. M., arrived at Gottenburg from England, Mr. William Costel invited him to his house, together with a party of fifteen persons. About 6 o'clock, M. de Swedenborg went out, and after a short interval, returned to the company quite pale and alarmed. He said that a dangerous fire had just broken out in Stockholm, at the Sudermalm (Gottenburg is about three hundred miles from Stockholm), and that it was spreading very fast. He was restless, and went out often; he said that the house of one of his friends, whom he named, was already in ashes, and that his own was in danger. At 8 o'clock, after he had been. out again, he joyfully exclaimed, 'Thank God! the