"By the internal sight it has been
granted me to see the things that are in
the other life, more clearly than I see
those that are in the world. From these
considerations, it is evident that external
vision exists from interior vision, and
this from a vision still more interior, and
so on." . . . .

"There are with every man at least
two evil spirits." . . . .

"With wicked genii there is also a
fluent speech, but harsh and grating.
There is also among them, a speech which
is not fluent, wherein the dissent of the
thoughts is perceived as something secretly
creeping along within it." . . . .

"The evil spirits associated with man
are, indeed, from the hells, but when with
man they are not then in hell, but are taken
out thence. The place where they then
are is in the midst between heaven and
hell, and is called the world of spirits—
when the evil spirits who are with man,
are in that world, they are not in any
infernal torment, but in every thought and
affection of the man, and so, in all that the
man himself enjoys. But when they are
remitted into their hell, they return to their
former state." . . . .

"If evil spirits could perceive that they
were associated with man, and yet that
they were spirits separate from him, and
if they could flow in into the things of his
body, they would attempt by a thousand
means to destroy him; for they hate man
with a deadly hatred." . . . .

"Knowing, therefore, that I was a man
in the body, they were continually striving
to destroy me, not as to the body only, but
especially as to the soul; for to destroy
any man or spirit is the very delight of
the life of all who are in hell; but I have
been continually protected by the Lord.
Hence it appears how dangerous it is for
man to be in a living consort with spirits,
unless he be in the good of .faith." . . . .

"Nothing is more carefully guarded from
the knowledge of associate spirits than their
being thus conjoint with a man, for if they
knew it they would speak to him, with the
intention to destroy him." . . . .

"The delight of hell is to do evil to man,
and to hasten his eternal ruin."

A long note, written with a very sharp
and fine pencil, in Mr. Jennings's neat hand,
at the foot of the page, caught my eye.
Expecting his criticism upon the text, I
read a word or two, and stopped, for
it was something quite different, and
began with these words, Deus misereatur
mei—"May God compassionate me."
Thus warned of its private nature, I
averted my eyes, and shut the book,
replacing all the volumes as I had found
them, except one which interested me, and
in which, as men studious and solitary in
their habits will do, I grew so absorbed as
to take no cognisance of the outer world,
nor to remember where I was.

I was reading some pages which refer to
"representatives" and "correspondents,"
in the technical language of Swedenborg,
and had arrived at a passage, the substance
of which is, that evil spirits, when seen
by other eyes than those of their infernal
associates, present themselves, by
"correspondence," in the shape of the beast
(fera) which represents their particular
lust and life in aspect direful and
atrocious. This is a long passage, and
particularises a number of those bestial forms.

CHAPTER IV. FOUR EYES WERE READING THE
PASSAGE.

I WAS running the head of my pencil-
case along the line as I read it, and
something caused me to raise my eyes.

Directly before me was one of the
mirrors I have mentioned, in which I saw
reflected the tall shape of my friend Mr.
Jennings leaning over my shoulder, and
reading the page at which I was busy,
and with a face so dark and wild that I
should hardly have known him.

I turned and rose. He stood erect also,
and with an effort laughed a little, saying:

"I came in and asked you how you did,
but without succeeding in awaking you
from your book; so I could not restrain
my curiosity, and very impertinently, I'm
afraid, peeped over your shoulder. This is
not your first time of looking into those
pages. You have looked into Swedenborg,
no doubt, long ago?"

"Oh dear, yes! I owe Swedenborg a
great deal; you will discover traces of
him in the little book on Metaphysical
Medicine, which you were so good as to
remember."

Although my friend affected a gaiety of
manner, there was a slight flush in his
face, and I could perceive that he was
inwardly much perturbed.

"I'm scarcely yet qualified, I know so
little of Swedenborg. I've only had them
a fortnight," he answered, "and I think
they are rather likely to make a solitary
man nervous—that is, judging from the
very little I have read—I don't say that
they have made me so," he laughed; "and