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MESMERISM.
“Do you believe in mesmerism?” we asked of Mrs.
Partington, as she dropped alongside of us yesterday
morning, like a jolly old seventy-four.
“Believe what?” said she, sitting down in the other
chair.
The question involved an answer from us of some
fifteen minutes' length, running through the whole of
mesmerism, clairvoyance, and psychological phenomena,
like a knitting-needle running through a ball of yarn.
“O, yes,” said she, “I believe all of that, and I know
a case in pint, to prove it. When Miss Jeems had her
silver-plated spoons extracted, — that was her mother's
afore her, and she sot a sight by 'em, — she come away
to Boston to see a miserymiser, I b'leve you call it.
Well, he told her jest where her spoons was, and who
stole 'em, and all about it, and the color of his hair, and
all that. Well, she gin him a dollar, and when she got
home she went right where the spoons was, and could n't
find a thing about 'em. No, no, that is n't the story,
nuther; 't is about Sally Sprague and her beau. You
see” —
At this instant the door opened, and company came
in, and Mrs. Partington, pleading an excuse that she
wanted to tend one of the “adversary meetings,” subsided,
like a wave upon the shore.
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