The Daily Dispatch: January 9, 1864., [Electronic resource]

Fortune Tellers, even in this enlightened age, find dupes enough to pluck, of all sexes and colors. Some few days since a greenhorn, who had been robbed of his pocket-book and contents in the neighborhood of the Old Market, called upon a sorceress to learn the whereabouts of his treasure. After the usual tom-foolery resorted to by these "witches," and the collection of her fee, she cut and run the cards, and then, with the greatest accuracy, proceeded to describe the person and apparel of the robber and the mode by which the theft was effected, but quietly informed him that he would never lay eyes on his wallet and contents again, as the robber had fled the city. Minus his money stolen and the fee paid, he made no other efforts to recover his losses. That a full-grown man, with beard on his face, should be stupid enough to believe in the "enchantment" of a dirty old bag, is beyond all comprehension. And yet men, and women, too, support such characters and believe in their fore knowledge.