Returning, the fine carriage at last fulfilled its threat of breaking down.  We took refuge in a farm-house.  Here was a pleasant scene,—­a rich and beautiful estate, several happy families, who had removed together, and formed a natural community, ready to help and enliven one another.  They were farmers at home, in Western New York, and both men and women knew how to work.  Yet even here the women did not like the change, but they were willing, “as it might be best for the young folks.”  Their hospitality was great:  the houseful of women and pretty children seemed all of one mind.

Returning to Milwaukie much fatigued, I entertained myself:  for a day or two with reading.  The book I had brought with me was in strong contrast with, the life around, me.  Very strange was this vision of an exalted and sensitive existence, which seemed to invade the next sphere, in contrast with the spontaneous, instinctive life, so healthy and so near the ground I had been surveying.  This was the German book entitled:—­

“The Seeress of Prevorst.—­Revelations concerning the Inward Life of Man, and the Projection of a World of Spirits into ours, communicated by Justinus Kerner.”

This book, published in Germany some twelve years since, and which called forth there plenteous dews of admiration, as plenteous hail-storms of jeers and scorns, I never saw mentioned in any English publication till some year or two since.  Then a playful, but not sarcastic account of it, in the Dublin Magazine, so far excited my curiosity, that I procured the book, intending to read it so soon as I should have some leisure days, such as this journey has afforded.

Dr. Kerner, its author, is a man of distinction in his native land, both as a physician and a thinker, though always on the side of reverence, marvel, and mysticism.  He was known to me only through two or three little poems of his in Catholic legends, which I much admired for the fine sense they showed of the beauty of symbols.

He here gives a biography, mental and physical, of one of the most remarkable cases of high nervous excitement that the age, so interested in such, yet affords, with all its phenomena of clairvoyance and susceptibility of magnetic influences.  As to my own mental positron on these subjects, it may be briefly expressed by a dialogue between several persons who honor me with a portion of friendly confidence and criticism, and myself, personified as Free Hope.  The others may be styled Old Church, Good Sense, and Self-Poise.

DIALOGUE.