of manifestations; and as these were what we came for, besides our own polite desire to do at Rome as the Romans do, we readily assented to the reasonable request.  After the usual greetings and small talk of the day, and tea and coffee and so forth, we all took seats round the drawing-room circular table, a very weighty one, as I proved afterwards, on a gigantic central pillar, and covered with a heavy piece of velvet tapestry; and before commencing the special business we came for, I was pleased to hear our host propose that we should all kneel round the table and offer up prayer:  this he did, simply and beautifully, in some words, extemporary, closing with a Church collect and the Lord’s Prayer.  On my expressed approval of this course, when we rose, Mr. Home said it was always his custom, as a precautionary measure against the self-intrusion of evil spirits:  admittedly a wisdom, even if it seemed somewhat unwise and perilous to be more or less courting the company of such unpleasant guests, if a seance (as experienced afterwards) did not happen to be made safe by exorcism.  And now the gaslights bracketed round the room were put as low as possible, making a dim, religious semi-darkness; however, as there was a bright fire in the grate, and some small scintillae of gas, and one’s eyesight soon gets accustomed to any diminution of light, we could soon see nearly as well as usual.  This “gloaming” is a common condition in seances, and for aught any one knows may be an electrical sine qua non as needed for animal magnetism; albeit some paid professionals may possibly find darkness a very useful veil for cheatery.  While we were chatting round the table,—­and Mr. Home enjoined this as better than the silent sobriety I looked for—­suddenly the table shuddered, and a cold wind swept over our hands laid upon it.  “They are coming now,” said Mr. Home, which everybody seemed glad of, though that cold wind felt to me not a little “uncanny,” but I said nothing in disparagement, for fear of stopping a “manifestation.”  Soon loud knocks were heard, apparently from the middle of the table, and on sundry spirits being alleged to be present, Mr. Home proceeded to question them through the ordinary clumsy fashion, of the alphabet, and some unimportant answers were elicited, which I fail to remember and in common honesty must not invent.  We were soon to see stranger things; and I suppose the seance was exceptionally successful, as I afterwards noticed some of it in print.  For while we were looking and expecting, suddenly the table began to tilt this way and that, and then as if by an effort the ponderous mass, with all our hands still upon the velvet pall, positively mounted slowly into the air, insomuch that we were obliged to rise from our chairs and stand to reach the surface.  I could see it at least two feet from the carpet, and Mr. Home invited me to take especial notice that none of the company could possibly be lifting the table;