I found Dr. Slade to be a delicately-constituted gentleman, of a remarkably fine countenance and of genial manners. After introducing the subject which we called to witness, he seated us around a common fall-leaf table, about four feet square. The Doctor sat on one side, I sat on another side at his right, and Mr. Baker sat on my right, opposite to the Doctor. We placed our hands on the centre of the table, touching each other, to form an electric circle. Raps came thick and loud under the table, as well as on my chair. The medium asked the spirits:
“Are there spirits here who wish to communicate?”
Three raps answered “Yes.”
“We will see what you desire to tell us,” said the medium. He then took a common school slate, and placed on it a small slate pencil about one-sixteenth of an inch long, and held it under the leaf of the table with the four fingers of the right hand, his thumb resting on the top of the table for support. His left hand remained on the centre of the table in connection with both those of Mr. Baker and myself, as before said, to keep the circle unbroken. There was no space between the frame of the slate and the table, and only about one-sixteenth of an inch between the slate and the table for the pencil to work in.
Soon was heard the sound of the pencil writing on the slate. It moved with great rapidity, and the sounds of dotting the i and crossing the t were distinctly discernible. Three distinct raps on the slate with the pencil said, ” that is all,” and the slate was taken out. On it was written:
“Have no fears for the future. This is a beautiful place.–C. Dow.”
I remarked that I lost a brother Charles about thirty years ago. He died a member of the Orthodox church, and believed in all the peculiar tenets of that creed. He expressed a fear to me that my Universalism was not true; but, said he, “I hope it is.” And now to have him tell me in his first communication from the spirit.world to “have no fears for the future,” was very gratifying, for it confirmed my previous convictions that the idea of pain or sorrow after the death of the body, as a punishment, was only the fabrication of a false theology.
I then said that I had lost a friend in Boston a few weeks before, and had communications from her, in which she said she should always be with me; and that I would like to know whether she had come to Saratoga with me. The slate was held under the table, and when taken out these words were plainly written on it:
“She is here!-C. Dow”
Then I said I should like to have her write to me. Instantly there was written on the slate-
“I am always with you.-MABEL.”
The medium then held the slate on the top of my head by his right hand, while his left remained in the center of the table, and on it was written, in Mabels hand-writing, as follows:
“l am glad you are interested in this beautiful truth. Ask Mrs. D. to come, and she wilt be convinced.-MABEL.”
During this manifestation the medium said he felt a hand take hold of his wrist and pull his cuff. I expressed a wish that she would manifest herself to me in that way, and soon the side of my coat was jerked quite hard, and a hand gently patted me[.]
The medium took an accordion and placed it under the table in the same way he had held the slate. He took hold of the back part of it, and let the bellows and keys hang down loose. The bellows were raised to a horizontal position, and began to move backward and forward to take in wind, and the tunes of “Sweet Home” and the “Last Rose of Summer” were played as sweetly as they could possibly be executed on that instrument by mortal fingers.
The medium also took a silver fruit-knife and laid it on the slate with the blade closed, and held the slate under the table. Instantly the knife was thrown across the room on the floor, with the blade opened to Its full extent.
On the last evening before our leaving Saratoga I called with another gentleman to have a sitting with Dr. Slade. After witnessing more phenomena, I said that I was going to leave Saratoga on the next morning, and I would like to know whether my friend Mabel was present. The slate was held under the table, and on it was instantly written-
“l am glad to meet you; you are so very dear to me.-MABEL.”
Mr. Baker informed me that if I wished to know of a good medium in Boston on my return home, I had better call on Mrs. M. M.. Hardy, No.4 Concord Square, as she was one of the best mediums he had ever seen. I arrived home in about a week, and a few days afterwards called on Mrs. Hardy. As almost every hour of the day is previously engaged, I could only engage to call three days later. I did not see the lady at this time, as she was occupied. At the time appointed I called and saw her. I had never before seen her, neither had she ever seen me, though she may have read my name in my paper. She did not know what I expected to learn; nor whether I wished to meet father, mother, wife or children. I did not tell her my name, or give her any information in regard to myself.
I was invited into the sitting-room, and took a seat opposite to her, about six feet distant. In a few minutes she was in a trance, and controlled by a little spirit called “Willie,” who is generally the first that appears to one who has never been there before.
After his telling me that there were several spirits present who knew me, I asked him if I had any friend present, when lie answered with the voice and accent of a child of four years:
“Yes, you have a beautiful spirit here, and she has got flowers for you. Mary is here, too. Who is Mary?”
The Indian girl who first spoke of Mabel, and told me of her presence through Mrs. Higgins, came to my mind, and I asked Willie if it was the Indian girl.
“Yes, it is the Indian girl, and she has got flowers; they have both got flowers for you. The beautifull spirit gave you positive demonstration of her presence in Saratoga, through Dr. Slade, by writing on a slate. She is always with you.”
I asked Willie if my friend would speak to me, and he said she would, and that he would go and let her come to talk with me.
The medium remained silent for a moment, when a deep sigh indicated a change of influences, and both hands were extended toward me, a manner of greeting a friend which was habitual to Mabel when in the earth-form. I took a seat nearer to her, and took her hands, which she clasped in a manner that indicated pleasure in meeting a long absent friend, and with great earnestness of language gave me a hearty welcome.
The reality of her presence was so sensibly felt by me that I could not speak for some time. Her wishes seemed to be to impress me with the fact that she was really my friend Mabel.
“My dear friend, I am so glad to meet you,” said she. “Promise me that you will not use the word death when you speak of me, for I am not dead, but alive, arid am always with you. It is so beautiful to pass away from earth; I do not wish to come back, unless it were to die again, it is so beautiful. I am with your father, mother and brother; they all love me, and are waiting for you when you come over the river, and will meet you half way over the bridge. It is only a breath long; when the breath is gone you are here, and it is such a beautiful home and we are all so happy here. I will go now, and let your friends come to you.”
After she had gone I had a talk with father, mother and brother. They all spoke of the beautiful spirit which had recently come among them. My brother Charles said:
“Brother Moses, I am glad to meet you. You are the first one I have ever communicated with. We are very happy. The beautiful spirit is with us, and she can teach us our alphabet in spiritual progress because she was so good and pure when she came. I will go now, and let our mother come. Give my love to your daughters, and tell them their Uncle Charles lives.”
I would remark that my brother died about thirty years ago. My father died about fifteen, and my mother about forty-six years ago. My mother next came to meet me. She said I should find a beautiful home when I came to the spirit-land to meet my friends who were waiting for me. My father talked pretty much in the same manner; and altogether, the good things they told me make life here seem not very desirable, and take from death all its terrors.
At another sitting I asked Mabel if her father would speak to me, as she had told me that he was her guardian spirit while she lived on the earth, and that he was ever present with her. She said he would, and went away to let him come. The voice of the medium was changed from feminine to masculine, as he said:
“I am glad to meet you, sir. I passed away when this child (Mabel) was in her infancy. It was my doings that she was placed under your care and protection. Had it not been for that care and protection she would not have been the bright and pure spirit that she now is. I thank you for what you have done for her. I thank you for what you have done for her mother and sister. Good by.”
At another time, when I was holding converse with Mabel, she said, voluntarily, without such a thought coming to me-
“I shall give you my spirit picture some time.”
I supposed that it would have to be done with colors by a medium artist; and, not comprehending her meaning the matter dropped from my mind. I now reminded her of her promise to give me a picture. She said it would be a photograph, and it must be taken by a medium artist. I asked her when we should have it done, and she said she would tell me the next time I came. I called again in just one week, and she voluntarily spoke of the picture first:
“Now I am ready to give you my picture. I met the spirit of Rufus Choate, and I asked him if he could tell me where I could get a picture taken for a friend. and he told me I could get it at No.170 West Springfield street, in Boston, of Mr. Mumler. I went there to see if that was the right number, and found that it was. I went in to see how they did it, and I got so near the instrument that I was taken on the glass. They didnt know who I was and so they rubbed it off. Now, when you leave here, you must go there and make arrangements for us to go at one oclock, a week from to-day. You call here at twelve; then we will go there at one.”
Mrs. W. H. Mumler — By Mumler
Wood engraving after a photograph
Harper’s Weekly, May 8, 1869
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On arrival at Mrs. Mumlers, I told her that I had called to see about having a picture taken-that a spirit friend had said she would give me one.
“When will you come?” asked she.
“I will call a week from to-day, at one oclock.”
“What name shall I put down?”
I did not like to give my true name, as I had heard that Mr. Mumler was an impostor, and told her she might call me Mr. Johnson-which she did; and I came to my place of business.
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Just a week from that time I called at Mrs. Hardys to have a chat with Mabel previous to our going to Mr. Mumlers to get the picture. When I first came, Mrs. Hardy gave me a letter which Mabel had written through her mediumship, from which I will make an extract or two:
“MY DEAR FRIEND–I again come to you. I am never absent from you so but what I can hear you speak. I promised you my picture. I am ready to give it you any time when you may try to get it. I will bring you flowers of beauty, and the Great Spirit will paint for you the lily with whiteness and the rose with blushes. We can trust that Great Spirit through the infinite future. I am one of his ministering spirits to you. Grasp death with a smile when it comes, for we will meet you and lead you through the valley. I will meet you again soon.-MABEL.”
The meeting alluded to was no doubt that at Mr. Mumlers house to get the picture.
Mrs. Hardy then went into a trance, and Mabel was present in fine spirits. The first thing she said was-“How do you do, Mr. Johnson? I did not know that you was ashamed of your name. I was there when you gave them the name of Johnson.”
I told her I did so because I hardly believed that Mr. Mumler could take her picture, though he might take my own.
“Oh you skeptic! Oh, you skeptic!” said she, and laughed at my lack of faith.
At two different sittings Mrs. Hardy has seen the spirit of Mabel standing at my side, with her hand on my shoulder, dressed in a light striped dress, which was the last dress she wore on earth. Just before going to have our pictures taken, she asked-
“What dress shall I wear ?-a white robe, or my light striped dress?”
I told her I should prefer the striped dress, as that would distinguish hers from other spirit pictures, but I did not care much for the dress if I saw the face of my friend there.
“You wish to see Mabel, dont you?”
“Yes, I wish to see my friend Mabel.”
“Well, I shall wear my striped dress, and I shall stand by your side and put my hand on your shoulder, and I shall bring you many beautiful flowers. Now we will go for the pictures. Good-by.”
William H. Mumler (1832-1884)
from Harper’s Weekly May 8, 1869
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I left and went directly to Mr. Mumlers house, arriving there before one. He said he had no one in, and would proceed with my sitting for the picture. I was seated in a chair in the centre of the back parlor, about ten feet from the instrument, which was placed near the window, to take in as much daylight as possible, as it was a cloudy day. The first time I sat about two or three minutes, when he took the plate and went out of the room to wash it. In a few moments he returned and said it was a failure, and that sometimes it required half a dozen trials before a picture could be secured.
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The second trial was not much better, though he said he saw traces of something, but rather indefinite. I told him I had just conferred with my friend, and she said she would be there.
“Well, then, we must persevere,” said Mr. M.
The next time I sat just five minutes by his watch, which he kept his eye on, with his back to me all the time, with his left hand on the instrument. He took the plate out as before, and Mrs. Mumler came into the room. She looked as if she was under spiritual influence. I asked her-“Do you see any spirits present?”
“Yes,” said she; “I see a beautiful spirit;” and immediately she was entranced, and under the control of Mabel, who said:
“Now I shall give you my picture; it will be here in a few moments. I shall have a wreath of lilies on my head, and a dress that will not be positively striped, but the lights and shades will indicate stripes. I put into it all the magnetism which I possessed.”
Mrs. Mumler then came to herself, and at the same moment Mr. Mumler entered with the plate.
“Have you got a picture now?” ask Mrs. M. “Yes, I think I have,” said he.
I took the plate and looked at it, and saw on the glass my own picture distinctly given, and close to my side was that of a lady with a wreath of flowers around her head, as she had promised. Mr. Mumler said he would send me proof the next day. It did not come, however, till two days after. The picture was small, but by the aid of a microscope it was magnified to the natural size of the human face, and in that face I saw the perfect picture of my friend. I was both surprised and delighted, and wrote to Mr. Mumler and told him I was perfectly satisfied, and gave him my true name.
The next time I met Mabel at Mrs. Hardys she said she wished I would get it enlarged while the conditions were favorable for doing so. I suppose if Mr. or Mrs. Mumler should die, the conditions would be changed, for I think the combination of magnetism is the source of the remarkable power which they have of taking this kind of pictures.
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