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OF THE EXISTENCE OF SPIRITS. 299and tlicy were tolJ'to get ready in twenty minutes. We went into theroom. jMr. Koons took his seat witli his fiddle and tuned it; I took myscat by his side, and my wife next to me, our chairs setting close to eachother, and the chairs and benches in the room were all filled. The windowshuttersand doors were now closed, and Mr. Koons put out the light, andimmediately there came a startling blow upon the table that made theroom jar, and almost brought me to my feet.''Well, King,^' said Mr.Koons, " you are here,'' and commenced playing a lively tune.as Koons began to play the fiddle,As soonthe bass and tenor drums began to playwith such power and energy as to frighten me ; the whole house was on ajar and vibrating in perfect time with the music; and I know no mortalhands had hold of the drumsticks, and for the time the thought was irresistibleand constant that spirits controlled them.After two or three tuneson the drums, the tamborine was taken up and beat with such violence,that I expected every moment it would be dashed to pieces, at the sametime it was making rapid circles in the room and dashing from one placeto another, and occasionally thrust almost in my face, so that I was afraidit would hit me. Then the French harp would be played, and then thedrums, harp, and accordeou altogether ; then a strange kind of unearthlynoise would sing in concert with the music. Interspersed between thetunes upon the harp was talking through the horn, the horn frequentlypassing through the room, over and around us at the same time.THE MANIFESTATIONS CONTINUE, AND THE HEAD SPIRIT WRITES ACOMMUNICATION.1512. At one time there was talking around the room, so as to disturbthose that were anxious to hear every thing, when suddenly therecame ashriek that was truly terrific; such a sound as Milton might supposewould be made by an imp of the infernal regions. The horn then said :" Keep silent."1513. Koons talked some time with the voice in the horn and harp;then asked him to write a communication for me. AYe then heard therattling of paper, and the phosphorus began to show itself, was taken upin a hand, showed the hand. It then got a pencil, took some paper, andlaid it on a table close before me, and wrote on it, making the same soundthat a pencil always makes in rapid writing ;then made some flourishes onthe paper below the writing, threw down the pencil, handed the paper intomy hand, and threw the phosphorus on the floor in front of 3Ir. Koons,who took it up and handed it to the hand again; it then threw it in thecorner of the room, and said, '^ Good-night," when Mr. Koons lighted acandle.I examined the paper that the hand had given me, and found itwas my paper, which I had placed on the table, with a private mark on it.There wore f)ur lines written on it in a good legible hand, and followinf^the ruled lines on the paper as follows