mistake his identity. His features, dark brunette complexion, black moustache and hair, attitude, dress, and style of hat, were altogether unmistakable. He wore a complete dress suit of black broadcloth, apparently of the finest material and most approved cut, and the sparkling white bosom of his shirt being widely exposed to view, which was a striking characteristic of his when in full dress on dining out, or an evening party. The perfection of his identity was absolutely startling, which seems the more remarkable as he had never materialized before in the presence of this medium, nor so far as I am aware, but once before in that of any other, when he came to me as distinct and unmistakable as on the present occasion, clothed throughout in a cross-barred Broadway promenade suit, that I perfectly recollect seeing him wear more than forty years ago. Lloyd was by nature a very strong-willed decided character, which may account for his vivid materialization.

[From the Newport Mercury, June 11, 1881.]

What Clothing do the Angels Wear?

If my senses are to be relied upon, I not only believe, but I know that for the last quarter of a century I have through the mediumship of exceptionally gifted human instruments, been put in

'pretty close rapport with the future or unseen world, and that I have enjoyed tangible amd undoubted communion with many thousands of returning spirits who were once tenants of mortal bodies on earth. The teachings of these returning spirits are often somewhat diverse on many subjects, but in one thing all who have progressed in a good degree beyond the erroneous views imbibed through education agree, viz: That in the next stage of man's existence, his house, his home and surroundings in every particular are beautiful and enjoyable just in proportion to the goodness of his life and acts on earth. My spirit wife and children have often essayed to convey to me some idea of the beauties of their spirit home, but they tell me that it is impossible for mortal senses to comprehend the nature of spiritual existence; but that one thing I may rely upon as certain, and that is, that every good act of my life, every kind word I may utter, every act of charity I may bestow, however trifling, every tear I may prevent the shedding of through sympathy with human suffering or otherwise, every pang of pain or sigh of distress I may relieve or alleviate, whether in man or any breathing creature, adds not a fanciful, but a tangible beauty to the spirit home they are assisting to prepare for me as really and truly as another and another fine painting or gem would adorn the walls and fixtures of our dear old home at Vaucluse.

The following beautiful lines by a gifted lady of Boston, convey like ideas to some I have endeay,ored to express, in greatly more pleasing words.'

LINES TO M. E. W. S.

Question:
You asked me one day so merry ,

"What do the spirits weart
Where do they get their raiment;

Is it with thought and care?"

You are daily making, darling,
The robes that you will own,

In the realms of light and beauty,
And their splendor will be known

By every deed of kindness,

Your many acts of love,
To earth's weary, stricken children,

Reflected all above.

When you raise a fallen brother
Who has stumbled by the way,

A robe of light is woven,
Fraught with a heavenly ray.

When you strive to banish error,
To crush out weakness (sin),

You are making golden sandals
With which to enter in

Those regions of the blessed,
Which will in time be thine,

And charity for others

A veil will then entwine,

To shield perhaps the weaker,

And as you then emhrace
This friend or stranger, darling,

A web of finest lace

Is yours, for any purpose

That you may need employ, But the prize of prizes truly,

Which gives the greatest joy,

Is the necklace on your bosom—

Of pearls, a priceless gem, And the crown upon your head,

A wondrous diadem.

Whence comes it, you will ask me,

It is the tears you've shed In lowly, sad contrition,

When, by the Master led,

You have seen your sins as scarlet,
With tears have washed them white,

Now, as reflected jewels,
As radiant beams of light.

They are yours, if you have earned them,

Each garment that you wear; So, darling, weave in earnest;

With thought and anxious care.

For those we cannot borrow,

Nor beg, or steal, or lend, We clothe by our own effort:

Pray God, the grace to send

To clothe our spirits rightly

With humility and love, That we may be accepted

Of God—who reigns above.

C. S. H. [From the Banner of Light, Feb. 11, 1882.]

Freedom from Class-Legislation and Diplomatic
Tyranny.

Whilst I approve with all my heart of Dr. Buchanan's objects, as stated in his enunciation in the Banner of Light of Sept. 24th, I do not at present perceive how they are to be promoted by the method he proposes to pursue. He suggests "that a system of registration shall be established which will record every death, and the name of the attending physician, with his school of practice, as stated by himself, and the length of attendance by each physician in cases of fatal disease." I may not fully comprehend Dr. Buchanan's meaning, but to me he seems to take it for granted that every sick person in the country, without exception, is necessarily attended by a physician of some one of the diplomatic schools, and that the doctors one and all have exactly the same number of patients. If not so, let me ask how would a table of the proposed statistics prove the comparative value or worthlessness (as the case may be) of the medical treatment of the different schools of medicine? Or how would the tables enable us to judge of the value, or vice versa, of the medical treatment of any or of all the regular school physicians, when compared with that of their entire absence from patients? My decided belief is, that, all things