right suspicion, and the guilty, tracked to his hiding, shall pay penalty for his misdoing.

O wretch with evil in thy heart, beware!

Among the Immortals feud is not, machinations are not, nor are there manifestations of dark passions as in the finite world save in exceptional instances.

Disembodied Souls rarely bring their rancor and dislikes this side of the Great Divide. A desire to redress wrongs endured in the terrene life is considered impious because usurping a prerogative of God. Says the August Judge, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay!"

Even comminations are regarded as unbecoming and lowering to the exalted dignity of the Higher Life.

And let the acclaim be trumpeted for the behoof of heedless Mortals, and foolish because heedless, that premonition of approaching disaster to them, nay, of Death itself, perchance, evolves from the Immortals and should not be permitted to pass unnoticed. The Immortals possess fatidical powers. The future is unveiled to them. They have foreknowledge of what impends over the lives of finite beings.

Of this the earth abounds and has ever abounded with superabundant proofs.

*NOTE D. The Spirit Monk of Amalfi. A Daughter Fore

How many there are who at times have been weighed down with strange forebodings and felt that some dire calamity was at hand. And how often has the blow descended with crushing force.

Such premonitions can be accounted for on no other hypothesis than that they are communicated by kith or well wishers from the Spirit World.

And they are indeed so communicated and will be to the end of Time.

warned by her Mother's Spirit. Nelson's Premonitions. Swedenborg, Napoleon, Washington.

CHAPTER III.

TWAIN TRAGEDIES.

Mysteries Unveiled of Chamber and Dungeon That Are Known Only to Spirits.

As I have already asserted, my inquisitiveness is intensive. After a season of close study of problems touching the New Life, I find it a relief, nay, a fascination, to flit away and look upon the excitements of earth as well as to trace out strange and hidden things appertaining thereto.

Not unfrequently I am attracted to mighty marts in whose fermenting arenas men wrestle for wealth and where many, through chicane and wicked devices, gather to themselves fortunes swollen, not unfrequently, to multiplied millions.

Again, in walks dissimilar but of no more worthy promptings, I find factious spirits every whit as reprehensible, jostling and struggling, each with other, for precedence in the mad race for official preferment which they crave, not so much for its honors as for the spoils and booty it may yield.

Furthermore, and it is most lamentable, I observe at frequent turns beings wearing the human

form who do not scruple to practice upon their fellows diablery that would shame the Pit, in gratification of the evil propensities of their natures.

Poor fools all!

In their folly they little reck that Death is stalking their footsteps and that soon or late they shall come hither and at hour unthought of, without purse or scrip, alone and unattended, and that anguish and remorse shall possess them as did fiends the Gaderine swine.

Aye, Chrysalid haunts have attractions for me not to be easily put aside!

And at times I am moved by a singular if not morbid curiosity to search out mysterious by-places and forgotten underground crypts and clammy cells where men and women have lived (alas, can it be called living?) and languished and bidden Hope adieu and died.

And unnumbered times have I stumbled on the contrivances of harsh and cruel natures for inflicting horrible physical and mental tortures upon their fellows.

The accusation is as true as it is ancient, that men have dug dungeons and forged chains and fashioned devisings of torture in extinguishment of the happiness and even the existence of creatures like themselves, without due invocation of law or

the faintest regard for mercy or fear of the just retribution of God.

I mind me that in the north of England there lifts a battlemented stronghold hardly less elderly than any Rhine castle, under whose turrets lurk ghastly mysteries of chamber and dungeon. Nay, within its stout walls are barred holds where wretches, precious to their forgiving Creator as any, have been held in cruel restraint until Death crept in and brought them a longed for and merciful deliverance.

I possess knowledge of what I aver. I have penetrated the long sealed recesses of this hoary muniment, above and below, and shall not scruple to uncover deeds whereof living mortal knows not.

Up from the deep foundations of the massive pile a partition of masonry rises which divides the enclosed space of a large and lofty tower. This partition, unbroken by arch or doorway, is of not nearer approach than a dozen yards to the semi-circular wall of the exterior.

The intervening vacuity is divided into large apartments, one above other, to which access was formerly gained by a narrow stair leading out of subterranean depths.

None of these floors was ever fitted up for occupancy save one. The exception is high from the ground, directly under the battlements, with which,