As soon as we were seated in the room, voices from the other side started speaking through the trumpets before we had sung the opening hymn.  One of us remarked that our friends had come into our surroundings very quickly, and a voice asked:

"Do you want us to go away?"

Mrs. Lang said: "Oh no, friends.  Do stay and talk to us."

We then sang Nearer, my God, to Thee, and afterwards repeated The Lord's Prayer.  A voice from the other side said "Amen" very fervently along with us.

Mr. Cameron remarked that the room was a perfect blackout and that there was no light showing at all.

A voice replied:

"Let the light shine in your souls, and you will see the beauty of all the beauties which are round about you.  We all make mistakes, but our mistakes purify us sometimes, at least they purify our outlook.  I hope I am not intruding by putting my thoughts before you."

Mrs. Lang replied: "No, indeed.  We are very pleased to listen to you.  Who is speaking?"

The voice replied:

"You do not know me.  I know your son, Mr. Arthur Lang, very well; not in earth life, you know, but after coming over.  I had been over for many years before Mr. Lang, but I got to know him here, and I do like him very well."

Mrs. Lang replied: "That is very interesting.  Tell us something more about yourself, please."

He replied:

"Thank you.  I may stay and look on.  I like to hear others speaking, those that are on my side, as well as those on your side.  I love to hear your voices talking to each other.  I was not an educated man in earth life; what you would call an educated man, but I have learned a great deal since coming over here.  I hope you will understand if I put it in my own phraseology and say: there are many different spheres, many different stages of existence on the spirit side of life.  I have known John Sloan since his young days, and if I can be of any help to him it will give me much pleasure.  When the crucial time comes and he needs a little help, I will get into contact with others who will help him."

Mr. Sloan said: "Well, friend, thank you very much, whoever you are, and, if you just see my dear wee lassie, tell her I am all right."

Mrs. Lang said: "Are you still there, friend?"

He replied:

"This is an experience which I appreciate very much, Mrs. Lang.  I am watching the various phases which you are going through now, all of you in this little gathering, much of which is strange to me.  I refer to the beautiful auras surrounding you.  I have traversed a great many spaces since coming to this side of life, and I thank the great Spirit God for allowing me to have that great joy and privilege.

"I have now been appointed to operate on your Earth Plane for some considerable time, trying to alleviate the sadness and take away the sorrows of those who are on the Earth Plane needing help.  I try to help those who are grieving for dear ones through this war, and impress upon them that there are myriads of souls who come to alleviate the suffering of those who are passing through war to this side of life.  They do so by taking the consciousness away.  I will stand aside now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for a little while, but with your permission I may come in again later if I get the opportunity."

Mrs. Lang said: "Perhaps you will help some of our friends to come through and speak to us."

He replied:

"I have not the power to do that, dear lady, but I will try to contact those who can do so."

After a short silence Mr. Sloan remarked: "I am perfectly hopeless now.  I am nae use at all."

We replied: "Nonsense, Mr. Sloan, we are all very happy."

Mr. Cameron, addressing the speaker, said: "Will you tell us who you are, Sir?  It would be interesting to know."

The voice replied:

"I was not of your country, my friends.  I may tell you that.  I have managed to master the language of your tongue by coming in contact with many who come from the same part of the sphere on which you rotate."

Miss Duff was coughing, and remarked: "I have just got a lazy cold which will neither do one thing or another."

The same voice remarked:

"I do not sense you demonstrating that fault at all, my dear.  Of all the company, I think, activity is your name.  You have no duty in particular, but, wherever there is need, you are there.  God bless you, sister, and help you."

Miss Duff replied: "Thank you very much, dear friend," and then a very loud, clear voice spoke to Mrs. Richardson:

"Hello, Mother.  It is Roy speaking to you, Mother.  I have longed to get a look at you, and I see you better in Mrs. Lang's than anywhere else.  They are coming, Mother.  I mean the grey hairs.  Never mind, dear, you are sweeter to me than ever."

Mrs. Richardson said: "Thank you, Roy.  Is Father with you?"

Another lower voice then said:

"Hello, my dear, it is Father speaking to you.  I have been near you, my dear, trying to decipher the way in which you are going.  You will be led in an unexpected way, the door will open and you will get a habitation which will be conducive to your happiness in every way, my dear."

Mrs. Richardson was looking for a house.  Then another voice, just in front of Miss Dearie, said:

"Miss Dearie, the lady beside you, Mrs. Clarke, have you not another name?  Have you not three names?  Who is Annie?"

Mrs. Clarke replied: "Annie is my sister."

The voice said:

"Yes, well, have you been worrying about your sister on the earth side?"

Mrs. Clarke replied: "No, not worrying."

The voice asked:

"You have an Annie on the spirit side—a relative.  I think it is a sister of your Mother."

Mrs. Deans here interposed to say she could understand the message.  She thought the message was for her, and that Mrs. Clarke had been mistaken for her.  Probably it was a messenger, passing on a message for someone else.  However, nothing more was said, and then we heard:

"Jim, Jim.  It is Jim speaking."

This voice died away and nothing more was said.  So we sang They are winging, they are winging, and a voice from the other side sang along with us.

Another voice then said:

"Hello, we will put him away for a little while," meaning Mr. Sloan, who then went into trance for a short time.

Roy Richardson spoke again, and said:

"I am not away, Mother.  It is Roy."

His Mother said: "Yes, Roy dear, have you any message for Nancy?  I think she would like to get one."

His rather cryptic answer was:

"I have just a little while to wait."

Then a new voice said to Mr. Cameron:

"You will get it elucidated, Sir, that question you were asking in your mind."

Mr. Richardson then spoke to Mrs. Richardson, saying:

"It is James, my dear.  Do you not know me—James Richardson?  I am surprised you did not know me when I first spoke."

Mrs. Richardson replied: "Oh, James, I am so glad to hear you speaking."

He answered:

"Is it still a pleasure, my dear?  God bless you.  I am with you many times when you don't know it.  I am with you in all your little worries, and so is Roy, helping you all we can to place you in a condition which will make for your happiness in every way, but don't be in a hurry.  God will open a way for you."

Mrs. Richardson said: "Thank you, dear.  Are you and Roy together?"

He replied:

"Very often, but, of course, we are not together always.  You will find my voice quite different now to what it used to be in days of old.  You will find when you get to this side of life and can be with the beautiful friends that I have met, you will take on other accents.  You are marching through a weary world which is coming through a terrible time, and it is your duty, as far as you can, to live as you know God would wish you to.

"You will do that, I know, and you will find a home so very beautiful and wonderful that my tongue cannot describe it.  I was singing with you to-night when you sang that beautiful little hymn you have just sung.  That friend of yours, and of mine, John Sloan, through whose gift I am enabled to speak to you, I send him my grateful thanks.  My voice may sound different to you, but I know when I see your face lit up with that recognising smile that you know who I am.  Good night, my dear."

Another voice, a lady's, then said to Mrs. Richardson:

"Oh, Janie, my darling, it is Mother.  God bless you.  This is the first time I have been able to speak to you."

Mrs. Richardson replied: "Yes, dear, and I am so glad to hear your voice once more."

Mrs. Lang remarked: "We are very pleased indeed to hear you speaking, Mrs. Chalmers.

Mrs. Chalmers asked:

"Is that Mrs. Lang?  God bless you.  I have tried to speak at different times, and I am so pleased that I have managed it to-night."

Another voice then said:

“Willie Chalmers.  Can you hear me?  Hello."

Mr. Sloan then came out of trance and said: "I think I have been asleep for a wee while."

Mrs. Deans was then spoken to:

"There is a Robert Smith who wanted to speak to a lady here.  I do not know who it is.  Your Mother spoke to you the other night.  I am sent by her to speak to you.  The road has been stony for you sometimes."

Mrs. Deans said that she could follow the message.

We next heard her Father calling for Anne, his wife, on his side:

"Where is Anne?  Where is she?  Where are you, Anne?"

Then turning to Mrs. Deans:

"It is Father speaking to you.  Where are you, my dear?"

Mrs. Lang asked: "Is that you, Mr. Nisbet?"

The voice replied:

"Yes, I wanted Anne to speak."

But evidently Anne could not get in touch with our atmosphere, and nothing was heard from her.

Then another voice called out:

"Robert Niven,"

and the trumpet touched Miss Colquhoun, who asked if the message was for her, and he replied:

"It is the Colquhoun family I am interested in."

Miss Colquhoun said: "I know of the Nivens, but I never knew Robert Niven."

The voice replied:

"I tell you I am Robert Niven.  I lived a long time ago on the Earth Plane, long before you were there at all.  That is where you got the name Christian from—Christian Niven.  I am speaking of the Christian on this side.  We carry the names over for identification, but we get another name here.  How are they all down at Dumbarton?"

Miss Colquhoun said: "Oh, are you interested in Dumbarton?  Is that the connection?"

He replied:

"Of course I am interested in Dumbarton."

Miss Colquhoun said: "I don't remember hearing them speak of you there," and he replied:

"Oh, but you are just a chicken."

Miss Colquhoun laughed and said: "I am afraid I am beginning to moult."

Her Father then broke into the conversation:

"My dear, that is not a nice word to use, and you are getting to be more beautiful every day.  I am not moulted yet, and you are growing brighter and more beautiful to me every day.  Mother and I hope you will have a very happy time for the remainder of your earth career, and we will be standing at the gateway awaiting you when God's good time comes.  God bless you, my beloved lassie.  You have had a chequered life lately, we know.  I mean ups and downs, and you are missing us very much now, me and Mother.  You took great care of Mother, and now I have her here to take care of, and I think you will understand, my dear, when I say that I think I understand her even better than you."

Miss Colquhoun replied: "I am sure you do, dear, and I quite understand, Father.  Who was the Robert Niven who spoke to me?"

Her Father replied:

"There are so many connections here, Crissie.  It would take too long to go into it all just now, but some time I will try to trace the family tree for you."

A lady's voice then asked:

"Is that you, Crissie?  It is Mother speaking.  I am trying my best to let you hear me.  I don't forget, and I never forget to come and kiss you every morning before you waken.  Sometimes you feel me and sometimes you don't.  God bless you, my lassie.  I was getting to be not much good to you, Crissie."

Miss Colquhoun said: "Don't say that, dear.  Never let me hear you say that."

Her Mother replied:

"Well, you know what I mean, Crissie.  We are just in the way sometimes when we get old.  We feel ourselves in the way.  I know, Crissie.  Another thing—I know now that it was very difficult for you when I lost my memory a bit.

"Excuse me, but I see a beautiful light over that friend's head.  You are a very thoughtful man, Mr. Cameron.  You go deep into the study of those things which belong to the spiritual side of life.  It is rather funny, Crissie, for me to be speaking in this way, but I saw the light and felt I had to say something."

Again addressing Mr. Cameron she said:

"Have you a Janie on this side of life, Mr. Cameron—a Janie Cameron?"

Mr. Cameron replied: "I am not sure.  My parents died when I was young, and I do not know the family connection very well."

Mrs. Colquhoun said:

"It is on your Mother's side.  I am getting the name Janie.  I shall ask help to get a vibration that she may speak to you."

Mr. Cameron thanked her.

Mr. Sloan remarked here: "This is an awfu' slow Meeting.  No worth coming to.  I am nae guid (good) at a' (all) now.  There is nothing much I can dae (do) except grumble."

Mrs. Lang said: "Now, Mr. Sloan, that is nonsense.  You are better in health now than you were."

Mr. Sloan said: "I do the best I can but there is nothing much I can dae noo" (do now).  Mr. Sloan's memory was, however, becoming very poor.

Mr. John Hardman then took up the conversation:

"Mrs. Lang, have I your permission to speak?"

Mrs. Lang replied: "Certainly, we shall be delighted to hear you."

He continued:

"It is a long cry from this side to your side, but I call to you now, and thank you, many of you in the lovely surroundings of this home, for the comfort you have given to me since coming to this side of life.  I was one of the despondent souls of earth life who had a very poor outlook for the end of life.  I went out in darkness and fear, but I was brought to the light of this side of life through the instrumentality of the friends I met in your surroundings.

"I like the auras which I see surrounding you because I know from the colours that there is not one present who would not help where it is needed, and I say to you there is never a word or a loving thought that goes out to one on our side but is borne immediately to the soul for whom it is intended if sent out in the right way.  You may think they do not hear, but they get it immediately.

"I did not believe there was life, conscious life, after physical death, but I have found a home eternal, and now I am awaiting the Great Master's time to move forward in His service.  I pray to be allowed to help all those whom I left in the body who do not know this truth, so that they may not tread the path that I trod, but that their steps may be led into the path that will show them the way, as you in this little Meeting understand it.  Then they will pass out to this side of life with confidence and with joy, and not in fear.  I am John Hardman."

(It will be remembered that he was the fiancé of Miss Stove, who was at an earlier Sitting.)

Someone asked Mr. Hardman: "Have you come into contact with Dr. McNish, Mr. Hardman?," and he replied:

"He is not in my sphere at all.  He is in a sphere far, far beyond me.  You know I went over in Doubting Street, but I landed in such a lovely, lovely home, far beyond my deserts, Mr. Cameron.  Is there a James that you are thinking of just now?  I got the name James in connection with you.  I will try to contact him and perhaps get him to come.  I get the name John also.  Is it your brother John?  I will try and do what you would call in earth life, 'broadcast' it.  He has been over for some time, is it not so?"

Mr. Cameron replied: "He went over in the First World War, twenty-five years ago."

John Cameron then spoke:

"That is so.  However, I am speaking.  This is the first time I have spoken across the borderline.  It is true.  It is true.  I live.  I live.  God bless you."

Mr. Cameron replied: "Of course you live.  Well, you were a good soul when you were here."

John replied:

"Thank you for that.  As I look back I know I could have done more."

Mr. Cameron said: "You had a lovely home and were a good son to your Mother," and to this he answered:

"God bless my Mother.  She has been a good friend to me."

A lady's voice then broke in:

"I could not have been anything else but a good Mother to a good boy."

A man's voice then said:

"John—he went to Africa, Durban.  Hello, Mr. Cameron, old friends meet again."

Mr. Cameron asked : "Who is speaking?  Are you John?"

John had evidently lost touch with the earth's vibrations and a new voice spoke for him.

"I am speaking for him.  I brought him to you, friend.  He passed out in Durban and this is the first contact you have had with him in this way, is that not so?"

Mr. Cameron replied: "That is so.  Thank you for bringing him through to speak to me."

John then made contact once more:

"Durban does not hold me now, though I have a very dear interest there still."

Mr. Cameron said: "I am glad to hear you say that, John," to receive the reply:

"Very, very dear.  I am afraid it is only when we part sometimes that kindred souls beat as one.  I am building a home, a paradise, for the one I love.  I was not understood sometimes in that line, but the knowledge I have gained here has enlightened me."

Mrs. Sloan now spoke.

"Is that you, Mrs. Lang?  I just want to thank you again for all your kindness to my dear old man, and God bless you, Crissie (Miss Colquhoun).  I am with your Mother and had such a lovely walk with her before we came here, through a very beautiful part of Paradise.  Do you know what we were talking about?  Your Mother said to me: 'If Crissie just knew how happy I am, I am sure her heart would be glad and she would not worry about me.'

"Thank you for all your kindness to my old man because he is just a difficult old chap to get on with.  Yes, I know all about it, Daddy dear.  Please, please remember you have tried to live a useful life, and I know you have done well, and I am sure the friends here will bear me out in this.  Don't let it be spoiled by letting your temper get the better of you.  There is an old saying in the dear old Book—'The mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.'  Leave the one who is giving you so much trouble in His hands.  God bless you, Daddy."

The quotation is not from the Bible, but from one of the poems of Friederich von Glogau, a German monk who lived about 1650, translated into English by the American poet Longfellow.

Mr. Sloan said: "Can you help me, Mammy?  What is going to happen there?"

Mrs. Sloan answered:

"I do not know how it is going to go myself, dear, but try not to be bitter.  He (Mr. Sloan) has always had a great regard for the purity of this beautiful truth, and it vexes him, Ladies and Gentlemen, to see it degraded.  Many of you have had the experience of meeting those on your own side who were instruments in God's hands, of letting you know there is a life beyond the earthly scene.  God bless you, and if a kind thought for those who go off the line can help them, try to give them a helping hand.

"We are all human and we are all liable to err, but it is, I think, the biggest sin to degrade a spiritual gift.  To sin and cloak it over with this beautiful truth that brought me here, is a dreadful thing.  We have need to be charitable with such a case.  Dear Daddy, try not to be bitter about it, and may the peace, the comfort, and the solace of the Father God and all the spirit side be near to you through all the journey of your life until we meet in this happy home."

(Mrs. Sloan was speaking in veiled language about a private matter known to the family which need not be explained here.)  She went on:

"God bless you, Mr. Cameron, and you, Miss Duff.  I just got my eyes on you just now.  I did not know you were here, my dear, dear friend.  I have just asked the director of this little Meeting to come and see you, Miss Duff.  Your Father and Mother I have met very often on this side of life, you know, and I have had many conversations with them.  I told them how I got to know you, and they may be able to talk to you by and by.  Bless you, and strengthen you and keep you well to the journey's end."

Miss Duff replied : "Thank you very much, dear Mammy."

No voices spoke for a time, so we sang, O think of the friends over there, and afterwards Mr. Sloan remarked: "You will need to try and dae (do) something for us, freens.  This is terrible."

A voice then said:

"Can you hear me, Mrs. Clarke?  You are not going away yet, are you?  Can you hear me?"

Mrs. Clarke replied : "I am not going away, and I can hear you very well."

The voice continued:

"There is someone here for you.  He is calling from a good distance away.  Alex is the name, and there is a Mary with him as well.  There are two Alexs; that is what is confusing me.  They are both here, and Mary is with them.  I have not seen your Father.  It is two younger people, and they are both Alex.  One is not exactly what you call a family friend in earth life.  He is more than a friend in some ways.  I hope I am making it clear to you.  One is very near to the family surroundings, more than the other one.  You know what I mean."

Mrs. Clarke replied that she understood quite well.

The trumpet then touched Mr. Hart, and a voice said:

"Are you there, Alex?  I am not drowned.  Tell them I am not drowned."

We then heard a sound like gurgling water, and the voice said again:

"I am Donnie, and I am not drowned.  You should see me.  Let them know.  You have got the right end of the stick, I know now.  I did not think so before.  I live, I live, let them know.  Don't be afraid to tell them.  Shoulder your responsibility and let my Father and Mother know I am not dead.  I did not suffer anything.  I was away, you know, right on to the beautiful shore before I knew where I was.  All that troubles me now is the suffering of those left behind.  I am all right.  I made a glorious change."

Mr. Hart said: "Have you been in contact with any of your friends over there?"

Donnie replied:

"I am being taken to one now and again as circumstances permit.  Do you hear me, Alex?  Don't let them think I suffered, because I did not.  Just a wee splash and it was all over.  Alex, Alex, what a revelation."

Donnie was a Clyde engineer whose ship was torpedoed and he was drowned.  Mr. Hart found this out about him later, and, as he recognised his voice, he remembered that he had known him.

A man's voice said:

"Miss Dearie, you are not getting much to write about.  None of your friends are in the surroundings at the moment, but I will try to contact them."

Miss Dearie said: "Thank you very much.  If you see any of my friends give them my love, will you, please?"

He replied:

"I will see if that message can be passed on."

Another voice spoke.

"There is someone here.  I do not know who he is for.  I do not think he knows any of you, but he says his name is Robert Morrison."

A very high-pitched voice then spoke and said:

"I wanted to make my name known in case by any chance there might be someone here who knew me.  I saw your light, and I thought I might be permitted to look in and say 'How do.'"

Addressing Mr. Cameron he went on:

"Mr. Cameron, I do not know you, Sir, but I like the aura which is round about you."

Mr. Cameron said: "Thank you, Sir, tell us something about yourself."

The voice replied:

"I cannot tell you much about myself, because I was not much of a personality on earth.  I just know that I have much to be thankful for by being taken care of by some dear ones on the spirit side of life, whose duty it is to come and help those who require it."

Mr. Cameron asked: "Where did you live in earth life?"

He replied:

"I told you my name, but I did not live where you are.  I would not have lived in such a place as Glasgow."

Someone asked: "Do you know any of us here?," and he answered:

"I know none of you, except by your auras which are round about you.  They are very pleasing auras and indicate that you would be willing to give a helping hand to anyone who asked for help."

Mrs. Lang said: "Well, we want to help you if we can, friend," and this is what he said:

"And I want to help you as well.  I cannot do much, but I could try and get into touch with friends of yours who have passed from what is called the earth sphere, to my side of life, and get them to come and speak to you."

Miss Duff asked: "Cannot you tell us, friend, where you lived when you were in the body?"

Robert Morrison answered:

"Who is that?  You have a beautifully persuasive voice.  I am drawn to you.  I do not mean to be rude, you know."

Miss Duff said: "I do not take it as rudeness.  I take it as a compliment."

He replied:

"What was it you asked of me just now, you of the sweet voice?"

Miss Duff again inquired: "Would you please tell us where you belonged to in earth life?  It would help us to fix you in our memories better."

He replied:

"I came from Atalantis, and Robert Morrison is my name; at least it was the name I was given in your tongue.  I was not of your country."

Mr. Sloan remarked here: "I think you are a bit of a blether (nonsense talker), freen, just go away now."

Probably Mr. Morrison did not know the meaning of blether, but he resented the remark in these words:

"What a grumbling old man.  You will remember what I tell you.  You will find there are things that you cannot very well remember yourself when you come to this side."

A well-known and much-beloved friend then spoke:

"Mrs. Lang, it is Peter Galloway speaking."

Mrs. Lang exclaimed: "Oh, Mr. Galloway, I am so pleased to hear you again."

Mr. Galloway, a Glasgow master tailor, and prominent Spiritualist when on earth, replied:

"I am not just in rapport with you just now, Mrs. Lang.  It is not my usual way of speaking to you.  I am quite cheery and very happy, but there are vibrations that come between that make it difficult just to speak to you as I would like to speak."

Mrs. Lang remarked: "I am very glad to hear your voice, Mr. Galloway," and he replied:

"And I am glad to be in at the open door, and, as I used to say, 'Now, we'll have a grand Meeting.'  I think it is wonderful, considering all the drawbacks in and around the world to-day.  If you were on my side, friends, you would be aware of all the crosscurrents that are coming from the earth life to the spirit side of life, the anxious souls, the anxious thoughts, the anguishing thoughts of earth people who are wondering what is happening to those they love.

"It would be a consolation to them if they knew what you know about the spirit side of life, the life of peace, of security, as I have found it.  I have no desire now for the old Arcade.  I do not need to sit at the window and look out at the streets of Glasgow.  I am free to roam across the great vast spaces of the spirit land in so far as my progression permits, this beautiful and wonderful land, dropping in now and again to give you a little message of love on the earth sphere.  God bless you."

Miss Colquhoun said: "Mr. Galloway, do you think you could help to find out if there is a boy called Nairn—to find out if he has gone over?  He is missing, and his Mother is in great distress and agony of mind."

Mr. Sloan remarked: "I ken what that is too."

Mr. Galloway replied:

"If I can help, Miss Colquhoun, I will do so.  If I can.  Bless you, wait a moment."

Evidently someone who knew about Nairn was in the neighbourhood, because Mr. Galloway, after a pause, continued:

"He is home finally.  He is not a prisoner.  He is home finally."

Later this was found to be true, and then we heard a tapping sound like a Morse Code message being sent.

Another voice said:

"You cannot contact him at present."

Miss Colquhoun asked: "Do you mean that we could not get into touch with him?"

The voice replied:

"That is precisely so.  There are those who are detailed off for that service, and they will pass on the message."

A clear voice then called out:

"Robert, Robert.  I am here.  I am here.  Tell Mother.  Mother does not know about this."

The following names were then called out in a loud clear voice:

    Donald Smith

    James Hislop

    Tom Browning

    Anne Browning

    William Grant

    Allenain MacDonald.

Mr. Sloan asked: "What are they blethering (talking nonsense) about noo?  We don't ken (know) any of these folks.  If some of the Indian friends would just come, Whitefeather and some of the others.  It's no (not) like the old days."

A new voice then said:

"Did you ever hear such a grumpy old man?  The Indian friends in the old days did not satisfy him, and now we are doing our level best and he is not satisfied yet."

Mrs. Lang asked who was speaking, and the reply came:

"James Hodgson."

Mr. Sloan said: "Well, tak' this message from me, freen—that you are letting us down terrible.  You might get someone else to come and help to cheer us up a little.  I am sorry, Mrs. Lang, I'll just have to apologize for them, but maybe we canna blame our spirit freens too much when we think of the terrible state of the world and they may have their difficulties in getting through."

Mrs. Lang replied: "There is no need to apologize, Mr. Sloan.  You are the only one who is saying anything.  We are all quite satisfied."

A voice then said:

"I am not a doubting Thomas now.  Are you there, Mrs. Lang?  May I be permitted to speak to you?  It is John Campbell.  In the absence of my dear wife, I would just like to speak to you and thank you for your kindness to my wife."

Mrs. Deans asked: "Did Mr. Campbell, when on earth, never come in to any of the Sittings, Mrs. Lang?," and Mrs. Lang answered: "No, I do not think he ever came in."

Mr. Campbell spoke again and said:

"I could never brace myself sufficiently to come into a Meeting.  It would have been better for me if I had because I could have got contact more rapidly when I came to this side.  Tell my dear one not to worry about me.  The passing had no detrimental effects on me at all.  I can hardly explain why I never came into a Sitting.  I had a great inclination to come, but somehow I could not get the force of will to go in.  The boys are both well and doing well, Peter and Ralph."

Mrs. Deans asked: "How are your Father and Mother, Jack?"

Mr. Campbell replied:

"Who is speaking?"

and Mrs. Deans said: "May Nisbet" (her maiden name).

Mr. Campbell said:

"Oh dear, dear, May Nisbet.  May Nisbet in this Meeting."

Mrs. Deans replied: "Well, Jack, I have spoken to you here before, bless you."

He replied to her:

"Yes, I know, but I did not know you were present just now.  Bless you, my dear.  I am very pleased to speak to you.  God bless you, and you also, Mrs. Lang."

Mrs. Lang replied: "Thank you.  We will pass on your message."

Then came silence.  Mr. Sloan, who as the time passed was getting more and more bored with the proceedings, and familiarity breeds contempt, could contain himself no longer.  After an interval of silence he impatiently exclaimed: "This is hopeless.  We might as well close the Meeting."

Mrs. Lang said: "Well, in any case we will have to watch the time to allow the people to get home.  Will someone start the Doxology for us?"  A voice then ran over the scale, and Mrs. Lang said: "Oh, is that you, Father?  Don't start too high."

Mr. Greenlees, her father on the other side, then started to sing:

"Praise God from Whom all blessings flow," and we all joined in.

Mrs. Sloan then said:

"May the Blessing of God the Father be with all you dear people, and your dear friends, all your days, guarding you and guiding you through all trials and tribulations until the journey ends.  Amen.  Excuse me speaki