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two bishops and three clergeymen that she'd bin baptised and her sins washed away, I felt it would be safe for me to foller her, knowin' I had no such dockerment to admit me into the good graces of Abraham or Peter, or whatever porter might keep the gates of Paradise.
She seemed kinder skeered and tremblin' like for a minit, not knowin' what to do; then with a sudden start she spread herself out just like the eagel of Ameriky, and soared rite up into the sky with nothin' to histe her by. I felt in my heart to foller her, and spread out just as she did, keeping near her on the sly.
As she went on she began to shine like a star, shootin' on through the azure heavens for all the world like a sky-rocket.
That put me on my pluck, and I bust out just like a sky-rocket too. My blazers ! If it didn't make my head spin.
When I collected my idees, I thought I'd look and see if I resembled a glow-worm behind, and there, by thunder, was a long stream of light, just like the tail of a comet! I tell you, I felt happy! She's regenerated me, thought I; and I, too, am one of the “shining hosts”! And then directly, without any warnin' or noise of any kind, all around began to look about the color of a yaller sun-flower, and I began to scent a powerful smell of roses and violets.
The female sank down in the golden air, and I kept cluss beside her, and as she kept droppin' she suddenly changed, like the old woman in the fairybook, into a bouncin' girl, the very pictur of the goddess of liberty !”
Arter this, she turned and smiled on me.
She looked just like alabaster cream; the most dazzlingest creetur that ever startied the beholder!
I was took quite aback when she held out her little hand for mine; I felt kinder delicate like that she should see my big jints. But howsomever, “here goes,” said I, and I stuck out my bony fist, and, by Jupiter, it was kivered with flesh, jest as soft and delicate as Uncle Sam's babies!!!
I stood starin' from my hands to her about a minit, and then she bust out a-laughin', and I bust out a-laughin' too!
“How shaller you be!" said she.
“ Artemus Ward, the great lecterer on Women's Rites and Mormons,” said I.
At this she seemed mighty tickled.
“I heerd you speak on those momentous subjects in Liverpool," said she.
" And arter that when I read the affectin' account of
your death in a strange land, I cried.”
“Cried ?” said I, “I'm much obleeged to you, but there's nothin' to cry for as I know.”
“So there be’nt,” said she, puckerin' up her pretty little mouth; “but tell me, now, is this reely you?”
“I don't know," said I, “whether its reely myself or not, for I haven't seed myself—how do I look ?”
She naterally blushed and answered: “ 'Ansom."
That was too much for me. I took her round her waist and whispered--I wont tell you what.
She shook her head so that the ringlets fell down all over her neck like the ashes from a tobaccy pipe, and in a mighty reprovin' manner said:
" Artemus Ward, I am a poetess !” (By Jupiter! that was a stunner.)
"Is it Mrs. Browning ?” said I, ready to drop on my knees (thinkin' of Robert).
She shook her head agin, and moved off, and I follered, kinder ashamed of bein' so abrupt. Lookin' loftily at me, she said :
“I must leave you."
“Leave me!” said I,“ You cruel monster of beauty! Leave when I am sealed to you?”
(That kinder frightened her—I learned suthin' from bein' among the Mormons.)
“You may foller me," said she, while descendin ' in the midst of a garden which opened rite before
us. I did as she advised, and stepped rite down in a place where there was a mighty display of trees, flowers, and fountains, and a pretty big sprinklin' of people.
Good Heavens! thought I. Is this the New Jerusalem ? and lookin' around timidly for the man with the key, fearin' I might be turned out, but seein' nothin' but common lookin' men and women, and no “flamin' cherubim," and creaters with wings stuck on their heads, and no bodies, such as I had naterally expected to find in such a place, I took courage and stept forward boldly.
The people all commenced cryin' out as loud as they could:
“ Artemus Ward! Artemus Ward!”
I felt kinder abashed at this, but advanced and called out, “Hear! hear! Friends, it's an amazin'
mystery how you know'd my name." (I felt diffident at not havin' my lecter in my pocket, and not bein' accustomed to speakin' verbatim.) IIowsumever, they continooed to clap their hands and shout, I got together all the brass I used to carry “down East," and jumped right atop of one of the roarin' fountains --the very biggest on 'em all. I surmised it was kinder dangerous, havin' always experienced a religious awe of the “water of life," and not knowin' but what this might be it. “Here goes," said I; "faint heart never won fair lady,” for rite at the foot was that bootiful poetess to whom allusion has been made, lookin' straight at me with all her eyes.
I wanted to make a grand impression and let 'em know that I cum from a nation that could fight for the Constitution, and wasn't afeard of spirits. And as for the “gold and pearls,” the "jasper and the sardonix,” they needn't expect to snub me off with this, for I had been all through the gold and silver regions of Ameriky, and could tell as big a story as
any on 'em.
“The fact is, friends and nabors," said I, “it is one thing to read of a place, and another to see it. Now I must say, that geography and book of travels called the ‘Bible’ is suthin' like 'Gulliver's Travels, rather loose in description; and, for all I see around me, the grand nation of Ameriky can beat you all holler in wonders.”
Havin' thus spoken a good word for my country, I dismissed them, and hurried back to commence these lecters, which is only a beginnin' of what I intend to do for the Amerikan People.
It is remarkable to what a degree woman develops her intellect in the spirit world.
Freed from the cares of maternity, she seems like some young goddess fresh from the hand of Jupiter. All nerve, electricity, and motion --- her thoughts sparkling and full of flavor, and light, and life, this new-born Eve of the celestial kingdom inspires the down-trodden Eve of earth, and kindles to a blaze the whole male population of the spiritual globe.
Prominent among the women of the times who have emigrated to these shores from populous America, stands Margaret Fuller -- a tall and impressive blonde
a woman of strong bias, and resolute as a lion when she has set foot upon a project. Earnest, passionate, and brilliant in conversation, she wields a powerful influence over many minds of a peculiar order; and through the few mediums whom she selects to represent her characteristics, she displays a calmness and coolness of reasoning and an excellence of judgment such as few are able to exhibit thus second handed.