should have learned. I refer to incidents
and criticisms of last October. There the Dean of Manchester, who shows
how those, who have apparently spoken to us from Beyond through
the mouths of living persons, describe their different states and
conditions. Stainton Moses gave us a vision of heaven such as an Oxford
don and myself might be supposed to appreciate.

"Raymond describes a heaven wherein the average second lieutenant could
find all that, for the moment, he needs. But why laugh at these things?
If we make our own hells, shall we not make our own heavens? We must go
into the next world more or less cloyed and clogged with the emotions
and interests of this one. It is inevitable. We cannot instantly throw
off a lifetime of interests, affections, and desires. We are still human
and pass onward as human beings, not as angels of light.

"Therefore, we may reasonably suppose that the Almighty will temper
the wind to the shorn lamb, nor impose too harsh and terrible a
transformation upon the souls of the righteous departed, but lead one
and all, by gradual stages and through not unfamiliar conditions, to the
heaven of ultimate and absolute perfection that He has designed for His
conscious creatures."

"Well spoken," said Sir Walter.

But Mr. May had not finished. He proceeded to the immediate point.

"Shall it be denied that devils have been cast out in the name of God?"
he asked. "And if from human tenements, then why not from dwellings made
with human hands also? May not a house be similarly cleansed as well as
a soul? This unknown spirit--angel or fiend, or other sentient being--is
permitted to challenge mankind and draw attention to its existence. A
mystery, I grant, but its Maker has now willed that some measure of this
mystery shall be revealed to us. We are called to play our part in this
spirit's existence.

"It would seem that it has endured a sort of imprisonment in this
particular room for more years than we know, and it may actually be the
spirit of some departed human being condemned, for causes that humanity
has forgotten, to remain within these walls. The nameless and unknown
thing cries passionately to be liberated, and is permitted by its
Maker to draw our terrified attention upon itself by the exercise of
destructive functions transcending our reason.

"God, then, has willed that, through the agency of devout and living
men, the unhappy phantom shall now be translated and moved from this
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