and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy; your young men shall see
visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. And on my servants and on my
handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my spirit, and they shall
prophesy.' Even _so_ FATHER, for so it seemeth good in thy sight!' The
girl was of bashful demeanor; altogether uneducated; could scarcely read;
knew little of the Bible; and indeed in her waking hours conversed in a
language that was far from being respectable English; but neither in her
prayers nor in her exhortations was she ever at fault; nor did she at any
time exhibit the slightest hesitation or confusion. Her answers to
questions were brief, pointed, and invariably correct. Crowds flocked to
see her, until the public curiosity overran all bounds. She was visited by
many persons from New-York; and finally, under the direction of a
committee of medical gentlemen from the city, was brought to the
metropolis, where she created a great sensation. A pamphlet was written
upon her case by Dr. MITCHELL; and we should feel greatly obliged to any
reader who would place it for a short time in our hands. . . . A VALUED
friend and correspondent, to whose kindness we have frequently been
indebted, has sent us a '_Massachusetts Centinel_,' printed in Boston
sixty years ago; in which, among many other curious and amusing matters,
there is a copy of an original letter written by the celebrated GEORGE
ALEXANDER STEVENS, author of 'Lecture on Heads,' etc., dated at 'Yarmouth
Jail, County of Norfolk,' which runs thus:

'SIR: When I parted from you at Doncaster, I imagined, long
before this, to have met with some oddities worth acquainting
you with. It is grown a fashion of late to write lives; I have
now, and for a long time have had, leisure enough to undertake
mine, but want materials for the latter part of it; for my
existence now cannot properly be called living, but what the
painters term _still life_; having ever since February 13, been
confined in this town-goal for a London debt.

'As a hunted deer is always shunned by the happier herd, so am I
deserted by the company,[7] my share taken off, and no support
left me, save what my wife can spare me out of hers:

'Deserted in my utmost need
By those my former bounty fed.'

[7] The Norwich company of players, to which he belonged.

'With an economy, which until now I was a stranger to, I have