that we should not be interrupted by callers. I was reading "Memoirs of the Wesley Family," when the alphabet was called for by the usual signal. I repeated the letters as they came through the alphabet, and wrote them as designated successively by the Spirit, viz.: "GAGCBAGAGEFEFAGFEFG FEDAGGCEDGGCB AGCCDBC." These letters could not, of course, be construed into words, and I cast them aside saying, "This must be the Spirit of Johnny Story," a simple boy whom we had known when living, who could never be taught to read. The alphabet was again called for and the message given by the Spirit was, " Apply the letters to your piano.' On doing so I recognized in them, to my surprise and delight, a sweet and tender melody. I was then told to set the music to "Haunted Ground" in Mrs. Hemans's Poems, but with the variation of changing "Haunted" to "Hallowed" in the last verse. Professor J. J. Watson has kindly arranged the accompaniment for the organ and piano, as on the next page. I have always considered this one of the most beautiful and interesting tests I have ever received. It certainly was not mind-reading. The letters as given had of course conveyed no sense to me, nor any idea of musical notes. In connection with the music thus given for the poem with its altered name, I presume that it is proper to reproduce the poem itself. HAUNTED GROUND. And slight, withal, may be the things which bring A tone of music, summer eve, or spring, A flower-the wind-the ocean--which shall wound Striking the electric chain, wherewith we are darkly bound. -BYRON. Yet fear thou not, for the spell is thrown, And the might of the shadow 's on Shadows yet un - to which life seem'd bound, And is it not-is it not me a - lone. haunted ground? Retardando. crescendo. Retardando. qui et scene, Fair as it looks, and all soft ly green; whisp'ring leaves, Wo ven such dreams as the young heart weaves? Yet fear thou not, for the spell is thrown, And the might of the shadow 's on Shadows yet un- to which life seem'd bound, And is it not-is it not me alone. haunted ground? Retardando. Retardando. HAUNTED GROUND.-MRS. HEMANS. Verse 3. Have I not lived 'midst these lonely dells, Have I not, under these whispering leaves, Must I not hear what thou hearest not, Song hath been here--with its flow of thought, Are there no phantoms, but such as come By night from the darkness that wraps the tomb ?— But I may not linger amidst them here! Lovely they are, and yet things to fear; Passing and leaving a weight behind, And a thrill on the chords of the stricken mind. Away, away, that my soul may soar, As a free bird of blue skies once more, Here from its wing it may never cast The chain by those Spirits brought back from the past. Doubt it not-smile not-but go thou, too, Look on the scenes where thy childhood grew- Go thou, when life unto thee is changed, Oh! painfully then, by the wind's low sigh, Thou wilt feel thou art treading on hallowed ground. |