'Now I must go;
will you not accompany me to the door?' The door was ten or
fifteen feet distant, and was closed. The table started. It had no
casters, and in order to make it move as it did, we should have
had to go behind and push it. As a matter of fact we led it, while
it accompanied us all the way, and struck against the door with
considerable force."

From the same article, p. 456, we quote again:--

"I add one more experiment of my own. I sat one day in a heavy,
stuffed armchair. The psychic sat beside me, and laying his hand
on the back of the chair, gradually raised it. Immediately I felt
and saw myself, chair and all, lifted into the air at least one
foot from the floor. There was no uneven motion implying any sense
of effort on the part of the lifting force; and I was gently
lowered again to the carpet. This was in broad light, in a hotel
parlor, and in presence of a keen-eyed lawyer friend. I could
plainly watch the whole thing. No man living could have lifted me
in such a position, and besides, I saw that the psychic made not
the slightest apparent effort. Nor was there any machinery or
preparation of any kind. My companion, the lawyer, on going away,
speaking in reference to the whole sitting, said: 'I've seen
enough evidence to hang every man in the State--enough to prove
_anything excepting this_.'

"Professor Crookes, of London, relates having seen and heard an
accordion played on while it was enclosed in a wire net-work, and
not touched by any visible hand. I have seen an approach to the
same thing. In daylight I have seen a man hold an accordion in the
air, not more than three feet away from me. He held it by one
hand, grasping the side opposite to that on which the keys were
fixed. In this position, it, or something, played long tunes, the
side containing the keys being pushed in and drawn out without any
contact that I could see. I then said, 'Will it not play for me?'
The reply was, 'I don't know: you can try it.' I then took the
accordion in my hands. There was no music; but what did occur was
quite as inexplicable to me, and quite as convincing as a display
of some kind of power. I know not how to express it, except by
saying that the accordion was seized as if by some one trying to
take it away from me. To test this power, I grasped the instrum