It happen’d one Setterdy neet ‘at aw’d been to have a pint at th’ “Rompin Kittlin,” an’ aw heeard some chaps say ’at ther wor baan to be a meetin i’th’ owd wayvin shop o’th’ Sundy afternooin, an’ iver so mony mediums wor commin to tell all ‘at wor gooin on i’th’ tother world, soa as awd nowt else to do, aw went, an’ after a bit o’ thrustin aw managed to get into a front seat:  but they wor varry particlar who they let in.  As aw wor set, waitin for th’ performance to begin, aw thowt it luk’d varry mich like a inquest, for ther wor one chap set o’th’ end o’t’ table, an’ six daan each side; an’ they wor a lot o’th’ rummest lukkin fowk aw’d seen for a long time.  They all seem’d as if they wanted sendin aght to grass, for ther faces wor th’ color ov a lot o’ tallow craps.  In a bit they started, an’ we all sang a hymn, an’ varry weel it wor sung too, considerin ’at that radical gravestoan letterer joined in it; for if ther is ony body ’at can throw a whole congregation aght o’ tune, its owd Cinnamon, for he owt niver to oppen his maath onywhear unless all th’ fowk is booath deeaf an’ blind, for th’ seet o’ his chowl is enuff to drive all th’ harmony aght ov a meetin.  Aw dar wager a trifle ‘at he’d be able to spoil th’ Jubilee.  But as aw wor sayin, we did varry weel considerin, an’ then th’ cheerman gate up an’ addressed a few words to us.  He sed he’d noa daat ’at ther wor a goaid many amang us ‘at didn’t believe i’ sperrits, but he could assure us ‘at ther wor moor i’ sperrits sometimes nor what we imagined.  He sed he knew one man ‘at had been under th’ influence ov a sperit, ’at went hooam an’ tell’d his wife sich things ‘at made her hair stand ov an end, an’ when he gate up next mornin he knew nowt abaat it till he saw his wife wor i’th’ sulks, an’ he ax’d her “what ther wor to do.”  “Ther’s plenty to do, aw think,” shoo says; “ha can ta fashion to put thi heead aght o’th’ door?  But tha can have yond nasty gooid-for-nawt as soain as tha likes, for awst leeave thi if aw live wol awm an haar older!  It’s a bonny come off, ’at me at’s barn ommoss a duzzen children to thi should be shoved o’ one side far a thing like yond!” “Why, lass, aw doant know what tha’rt talking abaat,” he sed, “tell me what tha meeans!” “Aw’ve noa need to tell thi,” shoo sed, “tha knows weel enuff, an’ aw believe ivery word ’at tha sed, for they say ‘at druffen chaps an’ childer allus spaik th’ truth, an’ awve suspicioned yond Betty for a long time!  What reight has shoo to be dawdlin abaat other fowks husbands for?  If shoo wants a felly, let her get one ov her own!  But tha may tak her an’ welcome, an’ mich gooid may shoo do thi, an’ may yo allus be as happy together as aw wish vo—­an’ noa happier! drot her!” “Why, did aw say owt abaat Betty?  Tha mun tak noa nooatice o’ owt aw say when aw come hooam throo a meetin, tha sees, sin aw wor made a medium, aw ammot allus just i’ mi reight senses, an’ it isn’t me ’at spaiks, it’s what’s in me.”  “Eea, an’ it wor what wor in thi ’at