The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive

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excellent and benevolent Muller's communion with spirit
intelligence.
I will close my account of this generous and true Christian
with an earnest recommendation to all who visit the
old country, to find out and regale their kind hearts with
the sight of Muller's well-ordered, exquisitely neat, pure
and b('neficent illustration of that selfsame faith which in
ancient days raised Lazarus from the dead, and in these
modem times is training up many a soul for eternal life,
which might else have lingered in the dark ages of night,
which sin ever entails on its victims.
I have quoted the above case as a living illustration of a
little biography of one who has long since passed away to
the mansion in the spheres which a similar exercise of faith
in her earth career has procured for her. As the circumstances
which I am about to relate occurred in a remote
part of Scotland, and nought remains in living evidence of
my tale but the evergreen memory of its principal subject,
I deemed it necessary to show that there are still lu,ing
examples of the very same deeds, which, if related without
such substantial corroboration of their possibility, might
seem fabulous.
With this preamble, I proceed to narrate, in my own
words, rather than those of the gossips from whom I derive
my information, the particulars of my little "Christmas
Story."
'Twas Christmas eve; a deep and continuous mow storm
had almost blocked up the narrow streets of the busy town
of G., far away in the remote parts of Scotland. The
rolling of carriages, and the bum of eager, holiday-making
foot passengers was fast dying out of the darkening streets.
Twilight was lingering around the desolate city, deepening
the gloom· without, but adding a tenfold charm to the gww-
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