Glimpses Of The Next State.Pdf - Spiritualists' National Union

SUNDAY EVENING, MAY 25, 1890.213I will present one to-night who passed away in his sleep, and doesn’t realise that he has madethe change.—E VA.S.: Well, if that don’t beat the devil!Mr. B.: What beats the devil?S.: Who are you?Mr. B.: My name is Bailey.S.: What are you doing here? Why don’t that girl bring the breakfast?Mr. B.: She hasn’t heard you order it yet.S.: Well, it is high time; I have rung that bell until I am tired.Mr. B.: She hasn’t heard the bell. There has something happened to you.S.: Well, something will happen to you or somebody else pretty soon!Tom: Well, I would like to know what you are storming around here for like that.S.: Get out of here!Tom: No, I won’t get out; and you can’t make me get out, either. I would like to know whereyou think you are, anyway.S.: Who are you?Tom: You will find out very soon; and I am not going to get out. You are nothing but a man,S.: You are nothing but a d fool. Moses! Moses! Come here! Put this d rascal out!Tom: It will take more than Moses—Moses and Aaron both together couldn’t put me out!S.: Well, well, this is strange! What the devil can those folks mean, to leave me all this time?Tom: Don’t you think when you are alone you are in pretty good company?S.: I can’t understand what business you have here.Tom: I have business here, and I am going to stay until I get ready to go.S.: Get out of this house!Tom: Not a bit of it. I came here to help you.S.: D funny way of helping anybody! Get out of this house, you d thief!Tom: I would not soil my tongue with such language as that. It don’t become a finegentleman like you.S.: What business have you here?Tom: I think you are a little off. We’ll have to take you to a lunatic asylum.S.: Such impudence! such impudence! You d rascal, get out of this!Tom: That’s right, free your mind; and then, perhaps, you will be easy. Do you think it isnice to say anything to anybody else that you wouldn’t like to have said to you?S.: Oh, you impudent puppy, you! you impudent puppy, you!Tom: If you could tell the truth, perhaps I would feel bad; but as I know that you are nottelling the truth, it don’t make me feel a bit bad.S.: The sooner you get out of here the better it will be for you, you d Irish pup!Tom: I am not the least bit alarmed or disturbed over your bright conversation. I know it isvery brilliant, coming from a man of your ability and your mind; but still, it doesn’t affectme one bit.S.: What business have you here in my house?Tom: Perhaps, if you knew how to be civil, have any control over your tongue and make itsay civil things, you will find out.S.: What do you want? What brought you here in the first place?Tom: I came here to talk to you.S.: I don’t wish to have any conversation with you, unless you have some special business.Tom: I have special business with you.S.: Well, say what it is at once—at once!Tom: Don’t you be in a hurry. There is plenty of time. One of the greatest things for you tolearn is to keep cool and keep a civil tongue in your head. The trouble with you is, the latter part of