Athothis : a satire on modern medicine / by Thomas C. Minor.

whom I could banish by a mere motion of my sacred ank." So speaking, Athothis, followed by Paulus An- drocydes, passed into the mansion. Seated in a large and handsomely furnished parlor were twenty-eight mortals arranged in a circle, holding hands. In the center of this human ring were two figures—one a ghostly, shadowy form in white, the other a tall, cadaveric looking man, with high cheek-bones, narrow forehead, crooked nose, and a pair of green, feline-looking eyes, that ever and anon seemed to gleam with phosphores- cence. " Observe the varied expressions on the faces of these people," remarked Athothis. " Notice how their eyes are fastened on this white apparition, which is to them a messenger from the other world. Behold the rapturous smile on the face of the silver-haired old gentleman sit- ting at our left, who thinks he sees in this spirit a be- loved daughter, lately deceased. He is a widower, and she was his only child. He is now waiting, hoping that the dear wife of his youth will also appear. Listen ! the medium has ceased his miserable groaning, and is speaking." " This spirit," declared the medium, " says that her name on earth was Emilie Bonneville, and that she passed away from this life five weeks since. She also states that the lady now materializing is her mother, who died when she was an infant. They desire to say that they are very, very happy, and are waiting to meet their father, who lingers on this side. Do any persons present recog- nize these spirits ? " " My wife ! my daughter ! " exclaimed the gray-haired gentleman, in tones of delight. " The gentleman may shake hands with his family if