dies) I have never been able to take into the region of
hallucinations. I can control them physically, can prevent their
unclasping their hands, or laying down a fan, or rising from
their chairs, or pronouncing their own names; but here my
influence stops. I cannot make them think that the room is hot
or cold, or that mosquitoes are prevalent, or disturb the
testimony of their senses in any way.

"The other six are lost to the realities of life the instant I
touch them. One of them I can put into a sound sleep in a
second, and he will sleep until I awaken him.

"It should be stated here that these sensitives are above the
average of intelligence and mental activity. Three of them are
clerks in the departments, one, who took the valedictory in
college, being an artist in the Smithsonian. Two are in business
for themselves; one of them, a shrewd, sagacious and
level-headed man as one would meet anywhere, with a sharp
commercial turn of mind. This man differs from the others in
being keenly incredulous--sceptical of his hallucinations when
they seem unreasonable.

"For instance, at a reception the other evening, at which the
members of the Cabinet were present with their families, I
introduced to my sensitives a learned pig.

"'See here!' I said, when they were all in the mesmeric trance;
'here you are in my dime museum. Let me show you my educated
pig.'

"They all wanted to see it, and I whistled, snapped my fingers,
and called their attention to the fine animal before them. They
evidently saw it.

"'A lovely little white pig!' said a young lady.

"'Only it isn't little and it isn't white,' said the
silversmith; 'it is a big black fellow,' and he appealed to the
others.

"I explained that it was a scarlet pig, and told them it could
read and sing.

"'Sing! Oh yes, we hear you!' said the incredulous man
sarcastically.

"I snapped my fingers. 'There he goes!' said the artist,
'singing 'Wait till the Clouds Roll By.''

"'I hear singing,' said Incredulous, turning to me.
''Titwillow,' isn't it? How do you work him--the machinery, I
mean?'

"The others laughed at him. 'Why, the pig sings,' said the young
lady; 'can't you hear him sing? can't you see him sing?'

"'He looks as if he sang. I see his jaws move, and he sounds as
if he sang