d at that time the souls in paradise will receive them also."

"I wonder," thought Ayrault, "on which hand we shall be placed in that
last day."

"The classification is now going on," said the spirit, answering his
thought, "and I know that in the final judgment each individual will
range himself automatically on his proper side."

"Do tell me," said Ayrault, "how you were able to answer my thought."

"I see the vibrations of the grey matter of your brain as plainly as
the movements of your lips; in fact, I see the thoughts in the
embryonic state taking shape."

When their meal was ready they sat down, Ayrault placing the spirit on
his right, with Cortlandt on his left, and having Bearwarden opposite.
On this occasion their chief had given them a particularly good dinner,
but the spirit took only a slice of meat and a glass of claret.

"Won't you tell us the story of your life," said Ayrault to the spirit,
"and your experiences since your death? They would be of tremendous
interest to us."

"I was a bishop in one of the Atlantic States," replied the spirit
gravely, "and died shortly before the civil war. People came from
other cities to hear my sermons, and the biographical writers have
honoured my memory by saying that I was a great man. I was
contemporaneous with Daniel Webster and Henry Clay. Shortly after I
reached threescore and ten, according to earthly years, I caught what I
considered only a slight cold, for I had always had good health, but it
became pneumonia. My friends, children, and grandchildren came to see
me, and all seemed going well, when, without warning, my physician told
me I had but a few hours to live. I could scarcely believe my ears;
and though, as a Churchman, I had ministered to others and had always
tried to lead a good life, I was greatly shocked. I suddenly
remembered all the things I had left undone and all the things I
intended to do, and the old saying, 'Hell is paved with good
intentions,' crossed my mind very forcibly. In less than an hour I saw
the physician was right; I grew weaker and my pulse fluttered, but my
mind remained clear. I prayed to my Creator with all my soul, 'O spare
me a little, that I may recover my strength, before I go hence, and be
no more seen.' As if for an answer, the thought crossed my brain, 'Set
thine house in order, for thou shalt not live, but die.' I then called
my children and made disposition of such of my property and personal
effect