Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 22, 2025
Is it not possible that that great moral ensamplar, guide, saint, and prophet has imprisoned in that bottle some one of the Pre-Adamite demons? I am not afraid to open the bottle, on the contrary, would be glad to do so. I am a clairvoyant and trance-medium, with materialization as a specialty. My name is Jefferson P. Smitz. Here is my card. I have a seance to-morrow night.
Beneath the chandelier stood Mr. Smitz and the four personages who had sat before the cabinet and had views on the Boer War. "What an awful, sacrilegious thing you have done," exclaimed Mr. Smitz. "You have struck the dead." "He hit me first." "Your remarks about the Irish angered him. He could not restrain himself." "Well, he couldn't whip me.
Smitz scratched a match and the light of a gas jet glanced upon helmet, corslet, shield, and greaves of a brazen-armored Greek warrior, standing in the middle of the circle, alive, in full corporeal presence! "Leonidas, hero of Thermopylæ!" shouted Mr. Smitz, and then continued at a conversational pitch, "if any of you wish to speak to him in his own language, you have full permission to do so."
Nothing could surpass the kindness and sympathy of my German friends, especially of Karl Smitz, the young man who attended on me. We had a fair breeze and fine weather, so that in three days I was able to get out of my berth. My first visit was to La Motte. He was unable to move.
A union-jack was thrown over it, and I guessed from that circumstance that the dead man was another of my companions. I called to Karl Smitz, who was passing. "Ah! they did not know that you were on deck, or they would have told you before the poor fellow was brought up," he observed. "Yes, he was another of those we saved out of the boat.
At length the noise died away, the sound of some one remonstrating, "let me at him oncet, let me at the spalpeen, he got me foul," coming back from some remote region of the atmosphere, as under the compelling force of the will of the great Smitz, the bodily envelope of the Irish hero was dissipated and his soul went back to the beyond. Then did a match reach the gas without being blown out.
Yesterday, you promised me that you would materialize him first thing." "Yesterday," said Mr. Smitz with a slight hauteur, "I could not look forward and see that I was to have such a large and cultivated gathering. You cannot, sir, ask to have your own mere personal business, for business it is with you, take precedence of the scientific quests of all these other ladies and gentlemen.
Middleton and his bottle sat among a circle of some thirty persons who were gathered in the gloomy, lofty-ceiled parlor of Mr. Smitz. Before forming the circle, Mr.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking