Now comes the strangest part of the affair. Up to this time none of us could make out why any one of the name of Lewis should disturb our rest, as none of us were or had been intimately acquainted with any one of that name, unless we were prepared to accept the very hypothetical idea that it was the late Mr. Kamp, who had forgotten how to spell his name properly (a theory which would not have said much for the educational establishments of the shadowy land).

On Monday morning, June 16th, I got my copy of the Cape Times as usual, and, among other items of news, found an account of the death of a man, name unknown, who had been killed by an engine, on the night of the 14th, near Woodstock, at about 8.45 p.m. None of us at the time in any way connected this with the noises which had disturbed us, as there was no apparent connection.

In Tuesday's issue of the same paper there was the account of the inquest on this man (still name unknown). On Tuesday evening I was sitting in Mrs. Kamp's shop, when a coloured woman came in and in the course of conversation said, "Did Mrs. Kamp hear of the man that was killed on the railway on Saturday night?" "Yes!" said Mrs. Kamp, "I see they don't know who he was." "Oh yes!" said the coloured woman, "his name is Jim Lewis. I know him, because he lived with my sister." This set us all on quite a new track, and we began to wonder what connection there might be between the events. In favour thereof the facts were these:-

1. This man had been killed at 8.45 p.m. on the night of the 14th.

2. Mrs. Kamp did not close her shop till ten that night, and retired to rest about eleven, and from that hour the noises commenced.

3. None of us heard of the accident until we read of it on the \6th.

4. Never until the night of the 14th had any nocturnal disturbances occurred in the house.

5. The disturbing spirit on the evening of the 15th gave the name of Lewis. I should have mentioned, perhaps, that on Tuesday night, 17th inst., we held another seance, at which Christian Kamp, Mr. Hay, and myself sat. On this night also we got the name of Lewis spelt out, and the message, "I am unhappy because they do not know who I am." On being interrogated further, he said that he was the spirit of the man Lewis killed on the railway. At the time I did not attach much importance to this seance, as we got scarcely anything fresh, but it is as well to mention it.

Thursday's (19th) issue of Cape Times contained the completion of the inquest on this man, and stated that his name was Richard Young. Mrs. Kamp then had another interview with the woman (his sister-in-law) who had told her (Mrs. Kamp) previously that the man's name was Jim Lewis, and asked her why she had said his name was Lewis, when it turned out his name was Young. On this the woman got quite indignant, and declared positively that his name was Jim Lewis, no matter what name the paper might give him; that she had known him a long time, as he was her brother-in-law.

I am finishing this on July 24th, 1890, and the nocturnal disturbances still continue in the house of Mrs. Kamp, and no amount of investigation can assign any but a spiritual origin to them.

We, the undersigned, having read the above, declare it to be a true account of the occurrences therein described.

Frederick Hodgson.

Sophia Alida Kamp.

Alida Sophia Kamp.

Kate Mahoney.

We, the undersigned, declare that we sat at a seance in the house of Mrs. Kamp (Alida Sophia Kamp) on the night of June 15th, 1890, and that we heard raps which spelt out the name of Lewis and the words T O W A R N.

F. Hodgson.

Alida Sophia Kamp.

C F. Kamp.

J. S. Kamp.

We, the undersigned, sat at a seance in the house of Mrs. Kamp (Alida Sophia Kamp) on the night of Tuesday (June 17th), and the name of Lewis was then spelt out by raps, and the message, "I am unhappy because they don't know who I am," and the communicating influence further stated that he had been killed by an engine on the night of the 14th.

Frederick Hodgson.

C. F. Kamp.

We, the undersigned, sat at a seance on the night of Wednesday, June 18th, in the house of Alida Sophia Kamp, and the communicating influence rapped out the name of Lewis, and stated that it was the spirit of a man of that name who had been killed by an engine on the night of June 14th.

Frederick Hodgson.

J. P. Cruse.

C. A. Liethar.

C. F. Kamp.

868 C. I may here briefly refer to the case of the "Woodd knock-ings," given in full in Proceedings S.P.R., vol. xi. pp. 538-42. In several families there is a tradition that some special sign precedes or accompanies the transition of the head of the house, or of certain of its members; and in the case of the Woodd family I have received evidence of the persistence of the same type of "warning" - which took the form of knocks - during a period of three centuries. Seven cases were recorded in detail respectively in about 1661, 1664, 1674, 1784, 1872, 1893, and 1895. Of the three most recent instances circumstantial and corroborative evidence is given, which seems to make it clear that the knocks were not ordinary sounds misinterpreted. Such cases suggest that there may be in some families a hereditary aptitude for the same type of percipience.

869 A. The following is part of an account which was printed in the Journal S.P.R., vol. iii. pp. 216-19 (February 1888), having been furnished to me at that time by Mrs. FitzGerald of 19 Cambridge Street, Hyde Park Square, London, W., and her son Mr. Desmond FitzGerald, at one time a member of the Council of the S.P.R. Mrs. FitzGerald revised the abstract of her papers before they were printed in the Journal.

Mrs. FitzGerald and her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Desmond FitzGerald, have been for some years in the habit of sitting quietly together to receive messages by slight tilts of a table. Mr. FitzGerald has occasionally joined the group, but strangers have rarely been admitted, and the communications have been throughout of a very private kind. . . .

I cite a case in connection with a Mr. E., - an intimate friend of Mrs. FitzGerald's, - whose true name has been communicated to me.

Mr. E., when on his deathbed, sent for Mrs. FitzGerald to come and see him. She visited him in his chambers in the Albany and said farewell, he being then past hope, and his death expected at any moment. He blessed her and promised to watch over her. Afterwards his spirit was one of the habitual and most trusted communicants, and Mrs. F. believed herself able to feel sure of his identity when he came. After many such messages, she alluded one day to his death in the Albany. "I did not die in the Albany," was tilted out. Shocked at what seemed the intrusion of some lying spirit in the friend's name, Mrs. F. solemnly repeated the question, "You died in the Albany, did you not?" The answer was an emphatic No. This was repeated several times, and then Mrs. F. was so pained and bewildered at the breakdown of her cherished belief in this spirit's identity and trustworthiness that for a considerable time she sought no further communication. She had no thought of testing the truth of the message, as she considered that she absolutely knew that Mr. E. had died in his chambers.

It was not till some months later that a common friend accidentally mentioned that Mr. E. had been removed from the Albany at his own wish, when almost at the point of death, with the idea that he would be better nursed in a private house.

It is deeply to be regretted that Mrs. F. did not inquire from the communicating spirit where he had died. If the address had been given the test would have been excellent. No further facts, it appears, can now be got from Mr. E.'s spirit. The coincidence is therefore reduced to a single fact; but that one fact is a striking one, and cannot be said to have been in Mrs. FitzGerald's mind.