and experiences have, so far, amounted to much.
We have yet to hear of a clairvoyant whose statements concerning facts were reliable, or whose facts were any better than any other person's, or who could discourse rationally without mixing in a proportion of nonsense.
And as for these spirits in Western New York or elsewhere, it strikes us they might be better engaged than in going about to give from one to three knocks on the floor in response to successive letters of the alphabet; and we are confident that ghosts who had anything to communicate worth listening to, would hardly stoop to so uninteresting a business as hammering.’
Nor has the Tribune, since, contained one editorial word intimating a belief in the spiritual origin of the “manifestations.”
The subject, however, attracted much attention, and, when the Rochester ‘mediums’ came to the city, Horace Greeley
, in the hope of elucidating the mystery, invited them to reside at his house, which they did for several weeks.
He did not discover, nor has any one discovered, the cause of the singular phenomena, but he very soon arrived at the conclusion, that, whatever their cause might be, they could be of no practical utility, could throw no light on the tortuous and difficult path of human life, nor cast any trustworthy gleams into the future.
During the stay of the mediums at his house, they were visited by a host of distinguished persons, and, among others, by Jenny Lind
, whose behavior on the occasion was not exactly what the devotees of that vocalist would expect.
At the request of her manager, Mr. Greeley
called upon the Nightingale
at the Union Hotel
, and, in the course of his visit, fell into conversation with gentlemen present on the topic of the day, the Spiritual Manifestations
approached, listened to the conversation with greedy ears, and expressed a desire to witness some of the marvels which she heard described.
to his house, and the following Sunday morning was appointed for the visit.
She came, and a crowd came with her, filling up the narrow parlor of the house, and rendering anything in the way of calm investigation impossible.
said as much; but the ‘mediums’ entered, and the rappings struck up with vigor, Jenny
sitting on one side of the table and Mr. Greeley
on the other.
‘Take your hands from under the table,’ said she to the master of the house, with the air of a new duchess.