he
centre the image is gradually precipitated in just the same way as a
photograph forms on the sensitive plate."

The same authority relates the following interesting experiment with the
crystal: "Miss X., upon looking into the crystal on two occasions as a
test, to see if she could see me when she was several miles off, saw not
me, but a different friend of mine on each occasion. She had never seen
either of my friends before, but immediately identified them both on
seeing them afterward at my office. On one of the evenings on which we
experimented in the vain attempts to photograph a 'double,' I dined with
Madam C. and her friend at a neighboring restaurant. As she glanced at the
water-bottle, Madam C. saw a picture beginning to form, and, looking at it
from curiosity, described with considerable detail an elderly gentleman
whom she had never seen before, and whom I did not in the least recognize
from her description at the moment. Three hours afterward, when the seance
was over, Madam C., entered the room and recognized Mr. Elliott, of
Messrs. Elliott & Fry, as the gentleman whom she had seen and described in
the water-bottle at the restaurant. On another occasion the picture was
less agreeable; it was an old man lying dead in bed with some one weeping
at his feet; but who it was, or what it related to, no one knew."

Andrew Lang, another prominent investigator of psychic phenomena, gives
the following interesting experiment in crystal-gazing: "I had given a
glass ball to a young lady, Miss Baillie, who had scarcely any success
with it. She lent it to Miss Leslie, who saw a large, square,
old-fashioned red sofa covered with muslin (which she, afterward found in
the next country-house she visited). Miss Baillie's brother, a young
athlete, laughed at these experiments, took the ball into his study, and
came back looking 'gey gash.' He admitted that he had seen a
vision--somebody he knew, under a lamp. He said that he would discover
during the week whether or not he had seen right. This was at 5:30 on a
Sunday afternoon. On Tuesday, Mr. Baillie was at a dance in a town forty
miles from his home, and met a Miss Preston. 'On Sunday,' he said, 'about
half-past-five, you were sitting under a standard lamp, in a dress I never
saw you wear, a blue blouse with lace over the shoulders, pouring out tea
for a man in blue serge, whose back was toward me, so that I only saw the
tip of his mustache.' 'Why, the blinds must have been