I    image??ale to tural self or tural o copy, but I    said if I found an image for myself. I knotle about myself and muti?self: probably t my study kno is perure made me a gregarious man, going ion, and ready to deny from fear or favour    vi, t I love proud and lonely images.    daily to tons dauging lessons, I found one poem in    delig of some metrical translation from Aristoper years my mind gave itself tarious Sudying poerranean sually in my ears??

        Some feign t e, and ion and of ruin. trutinence, And quering penance of tinous flesemplation and unudy, In years outstretan, May taio snty and sce Over trong a ts .

        MAalk ithis old Jew.

        o ion    sail alo su ering as no bee?pasturing isle, Gree proer, t ted, a faieor , And orm of terably s, and pilot    t ta for tter of the desired union.

        Already in Dublin, I tracted to ts because tence of t from ien?Lepage, I sa y. Presently    Madame Blavatsky    it time to look tter up. Certainly if ed any be in some sug no duty to us, uning    all peoples, aste, believed t suced and paid t    to to ps and to men of learning?

        I found Madame Blavatsky in a little    Nor, as s??ty of Psyc reported on    in an outer room to keep out undesirable visitors, I    a long time kig my ly I ted and found an old    of old Iris ill kept ing, for sion or.

        I strayed to t room and stood, in s a cuckoo clock. It ainly stopped, for ts    as I stood t and cuckooed at me. I interrupted Madame Blavatsky to say. Your clock ed me.

        It often s at a stranger, s in it? I said. I do not knoo kno. I    back to t and    break my clock. I    out, I suppose, o me, Of course ss up fraudulent miracles, but a person of genius o do somet sleeps in ly tor    asky explai s for    ion did you give    men     I    ing because saken me for some man o persuade ness of th.

        sa urned stantly for long visits??for s nigtle table covered antly e cimes imes unintelligible figures, but teo mark do room a large table en a great number, sat doo tarian meal, e nature, a sort of female Dr. Joo every man or    of tract idealism of t ience broke out inrailing & many niames: O you are a flapdoodle, but t and a brot devout and learned of all o me,    told me t tu to t t t ion tained all t must be some piece of Eastern myt is not,    I am certain, and t be somet or s .    kept for asy and    seemed to ific materialism. Once I saagonism, guided by some kind of telepation, take a form of brutal pasy. I brougo see    ion, to specialists alone, ifid modern. tainly unknoo Madame Blavatsky, yet I sa on t    over time I ever sa tility, ther.

        Madame Blavatsky seemed to bundle , and began plaining of s, more especially of    of late er??, or set it on to be cured. I ting er came in and broug over my knee, somet imes in mediaeval medie. Sers, and traits, ideal Indian ed by some most inpetent artist, stood upo,    gazing to ted dining?room beyond. I noticed a curious red ligure and got up to see    ure of an Indian and as I came near it sloo my seat, Madame Blavatsky said,    did you see? A picture, I said. tell it to go a is already gone. So mucter, s    is only clairvoyance.

        is t    e of you. Beware of medium s is a kind of madness; I know, for I .

        I found    aly t, u    alolerant. I o find , but expected every moment. S ttle suite of follo on y. It tained a large family Bible. t for my maid, s! A Bible and not even anointed! said some s is to t es?    began to frequent antly, I noticed a ainly very muc of place, pe ly tent angled o groo ascetic sages. t t Madame Blavatsky o call tent before o speak after t it is necessary to crusure; you sity in ad t. Initiation is granted only to tirely ce, and so to run on for some time. er some minutes in t ve style, tent standing crus permit you more te sincere, but t t nottered but    master tions tle importance. One young man filled ion; for s t tled gloom came from ity. I omed to interrupt long periods of asceticism, in ables and drink er, breaks of break ion of ty ical r s and street lamps, and to    ime. I said to t    did you say to one anot t telling ic stories and laug deal. tory and visionary ambition,    devout of all, and told me t ile astral bell er called tention, and t, alt    made t I found ing in to s of entran some nige, and as I passed o my ear, Madame Blavatsky is per a real    all. t tlefield. S moods, botreme activity, but one calm and p nigions upon em; and as I look back after ty years I often ask myself as omatic? as s, in every rance medium, or in some similar state? In tasy and insequent raillery. t is triangle like all true religion, I recall    a triangle on t disappear in meaningless scribbles it spread out and became a bramble?bus all out except oraigur into a broomstick arid t is Protestantism. And so it ural, and Laurence Olip records some tack upon , or upon    once, of Alfred de Musset, oget all in to overo    and pity to t noy t to o t, after some en, I e, e, e as tees, en and to turn every doe into a neion for tanical vis of torian c t talk. One Ameri said to me, S famous ting in a big g us to talk. talked and sience, and totted up o listen, but sometimes sen no more. talked perpetually of til Madame Blavatsky stopped    very careful you ain Salvation Army captain probably pleased ion. arving is and ill pertle lig o ignorant men, icism, till I met a man    Garden to some croreet. My friends,    ake a pretty big pill to get t out.
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