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88 Notes of an Enquiry into the (January, 
simply select a few of the numerous instances in which I 
have seen the hands in the light. 
A beautifully-formed small hand rose up from an opening 
in a dining-table and gave me a flower; it appeared and 
then disappeared three times at intervals, affording me 
ample opportunity of satisfying myself that it was as real 
in appearance as my own. ‘This occurred in the light in 
my own room, whilst I was holding the medium’s hands and 
feet. 
On another occasion, a small hand and arm, like a baby’s, 
appeared playing about a lady who was sitting next to me. 
It then passed to me and patted my arm and pulled my 
coat several times. 
At another time, a finger and thumb were seen to pick the 
petals from a flower in Mr. Home’s button-hole, and lay 
them in front of several persons who were sitting near 
him. 
A hand has repeatedly been seen by myself and others 
playing the keys of an accordion, both of the medium’s 
hands being visible at the same time, and sometimes being 
held by those near him. 
The hands and fingers do not always appear to me to be 
solid and life-like. Sometimes, indeed, they present more 
the appearance of a nebulous cloud partly condensed into 
the form of a hand. This is not equally visible to all 
present. For instance, a flower or other small object is 
seen to move; one person present will see a luminous cloud 
hovering over it, another will detect a nebulous-looking 
hand, whilst others will see nothing at all but the moving 
flower. I have more than once seen, first an object move, 
then a luminous cloud appear to form about it, and, lastly, 
the cloud condense into shape and become a perfectly- 
formed hand. At this stage, the hand is visible to all present. 
It isnot always a mere form, but sometimes appears perfectly 
life-like and graceful, the fingers moving and the flesh appa- 
rently as human as that of any in the room. At the wrist, 
or arm, it becomes hazy, and fades off into a luminous 
cloud. 
To the touch, the hand sometimes appears icy cold and 
dead, at other times, warm and life-like, grasping my own 
with the firm pressure of an old friend. 
I have retained one of these hands in my own, firmly 
resolved not to let it escape. There was no struggle 
or effort made to get loose, but it gradually seemed to re- 
solve itself into vapour, and faded in that manner from my 
grasp. 
