First message, written by one of my Guides in Spirit for the following persons: 

    MESSAGE.

    In earth life I was tall and fair
      With jet black eyes and golden hair
    Eyes that sparkled with mirth and song
      And whose hair in curls one yard long.

    Ah but many sad years ago
      My life was burdened with woe
    But the seens [sic] through which I passed
      Are now with gladness overcast.

    I was born in your earth to await
      The coming of a cruel fate
    Yes, I a true and loving wife
      But mine was a sad darkened life.

    Oh a life which seemed to last
      To me the future, as the past,
    And as the lone hours drifted by
      My only prayer, Oh could I die.

    Cruel is the assassins hand
      Yet so many are in your land
    Day by day as a fearful flood
      Hearts have flowed in tears of blood.

    My own the pain, I could not tell
      But I can say I know full well
    My soul ne’er found sweet peace one day
      And with earth I could no longer stay.

    My form was sold to doctors three
      So you have all that’s left of me
    I come to greet you in white mull
      You that prizes my lonely skull.

    I can cause you many bright hours
      Strew your path in purest flowers
    For your kindness tendered me
      I will always guard and guide thee.

    You may call me your Sister Belle
      My other name I ne’er can tell
    They tell me it is for the best
      To let earth’s troubles be at rest.

    Tis I who have often raped [sic]
      In your quiet room have taped [sic]
    And have impressed on your mind
      Many inquiries of me so kind.

     By Blind Harry for a beautiful lady who gives the name Belle.

    SECOND MESSAGE.

    To my Dear friend Horace

    Horace you wonder if all is well
      Yes, I’m more happy than I can tell
    For sorrow and trouble does not last
      But like a sweet dream goes gliding past
    In a smooth path of eternal day
      Where dawns for each a perpetual May.

    Dear M——­ tell her, and family too
      That I am ever to them most true
    And I daily guide her tender feet
      Where’er she goes upon the street
    That she has my love forever more
      I understand her more than before.

    Oh! yes this bright and eternal space
      Fills each true soul with love and grace
    There is nothing like earth’s crimes so vile
      No frown wreathes the face but a sweet smile
    And which glides along, to one and all
      Greeting old, and young, gay, and small.