Any one, in fact, who wishes to see what it was that Browning disliked need only do two things.

First, he should read the _Memoirs_ of David Home, the famous spiritualist medium with whom Browning came in contact.

These _Memoirs_ constitute a more thorough and artistic self-revelation than any monologue that Browning ever wrote.

The ghosts, the raps, the flying hands, the phantom voices are infinitely the most respectable and infinitely the most credible part of the narrative.

But the bragging, the sentimentalism, the moral and intellectual foppery of the composition is everywhere, culminating perhaps in the disgusting passage in which Home describes Mrs.
Browning as weeping over him and assuring him that all her husband's actions in the matter have been adopted against her will.