that the Berry Sisters have been "exposed," thus sharing the
fate of all other public mediums. In the light of later experiences,
however, I feel sure that I might have received something personally
evidential on this occasion had my attitude of mind given hospitality to
any possible visitors from the Unseen.

The next extracts from my diary refer to a _seance_ which we attended in
New York a few days after our arrival there, and some two or three
weeks later than the Boston sitting already described.

Our stay in Boston had extended to three months from the original
fortnight we had planned for the visit. I had taken a few very good
introductions there: to Dr Oliver Wendell Holmes, Colonel Wentworth
Higginson, and others of the Boston _alumni_, and as several receptions
had been kindly arranged for us, and my name had appeared many times
during the winter in various local papers, it would have been easy for
the Sisters Berry to find out something about me and my companion, and
utilise the knowledge by faking up a convenient spirit, who could have
talked glibly of my literary tastes, and so forth. Nothing of the sort
occurred, however, although our first _seance_ only took place a week or
two before we left Boston, after my three months' stay there.

This fact should certainly be "counted as righteousness" to the much
abused Sisters!

It was the more curious, that our first _seance_ in New York, within a
few days of our arrival, and in a metropolis where at the time we were
_absolute strangers_, should have been so much more successful as
regards evidential experiences.

I will again quote from my diary of 1886. The medium visited on this
occasion was Mrs Cadwell, who has since died.

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We knew nothing beforehand of the medium, who lived in a small flat in
an unfashionable quarter. Some eight people only were assembled in the
extremely small room. All were perfect strangers to Miss Greenlow and
me, but a fancied likeness in one lady present to a picture I had seen
of Mrs Beecher Stowe led me to ask if it were she, and I was told that
my surmise was correct.

There was no room for a cabinet, so a curtain was hung across a tiny
alcove, just the ordinary "arch" found in most rooms of the kind.

When I went behind the curtain with the female medium, before the
sitting began, there was barely space for us both to turn round in. The
carpet on either side the curtain was one pi