London.
Including books on Swedenborg, this bibliography contains no fewer than
thirty-five hundred items. For a detailed account of Swedenborg's life
the reader may consult Dr. R. L. Tafel's "Documents concerning the Life
and Character of Swedenborg," or the biographies by William White,
Benjamin Worcester, James J. G. Wilkinson, and Nathaniel Hobart. Of
these, the White biography is the most critical.

[F] Illustrative cases will be cited in the discussion of "The Watseka
Wonder" on a later page. For a detailed explanation of "dissociation"
the reader is referred to Dr. Morton Prince's "The Dissociation of a
Personality," or Dr. Boris Sidis's "Multiple Personality."

[G] This point is more fully discussed in my earlier book, "The Riddle
of Personality."

V

THE COCK LANE GHOST

The quaint old London church of St. Sepulchre's could not by any stretch
of the imagination be called a fashionable place of worship. It stood in
a crowded quarter of the city, and the gentry were content to leave it
to the small tradesfolk and humble working people who made up its
parish. Now and again a stray antiquarian paid it a fleeting visit; but,
speaking generally, the coming of a stranger was so rare as to be
accounted an event.

It is easy, then, to understand the sensation occasioned by the
appearance at prayers one morning, in the year of grace, 1759, of a
young and well dressed couple whose natural habitat was obviously in
quite other surroundings. As they waited in the aisle--the man tall,
erect, and easy of bearing, the woman fair and graceful--there was an
instant craning of necks and vast nudging of one's neighbor; and long
after they had seated themselves a subdued whispering bore further, if
unnecessary, testimony to the curiosity they had aroused.

Probably no one felt a more lively interest than did the parish clerk,
who, in showing them to a pew, had noted the tenderness with which they
regarded each other. It needed nothing more to persuade him that they
were eloping lovers, and that a snug gratuity was as good as in his
pocket. All through the service he fidgeted impatiently in the shadows
near the door, and as soon as the congregation was dismissed and he
perceived that the visitors were lingering in their places, he hurried
forward and accosted them. His name, he volubly explained, was Parsons;
he was officiating clerk of the parish; likewise master in the charity
school nearby. No doubt they would lik