This instance is scarcely credible....
I had a letter the other day from Mr.Chorley, and he was chivalrous enough (I call it real chivalry in his state of opinion) to deliver to me a message from Mr.Westland Marston, whom he met at Folkestone, and who kindly proposes to write a full account to me of his own spiritual experiences, having heard from you that they were likely to interest me; I mean that I was interested in the whole subject.

Will you tell him from me that I shall be most thankful for anything he will vouchsafe to write to me, and will you give him my address?
I don't know where to find him, and Mr.Chorley is on the Continent wandering.

I have seen nothing for myself, but I am a believer upon testimony; and a stream of Americans running through Florence, and generally making way to us, the testimony has been various and strong.

Interested in the subject! Who can be uninterested in the subject?
Even Robert is interested, who professes to be a sceptic, an infidel indeed (though I can swear to having seen him considerably shaken more than once), and who promises never to believe till he has experience by his own senses.

Isn't it hard on me that I can't draw a spirit into our circle and convince him?
He would give much, he says, to find it true....
Here an end.