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came through the curtain, and wrote on the pad as I held it. 

 It is a bold scrawl and hard to read, but the first words seem 

 to be, " Friends were here to write, but only this one could. 

 ... A. W." Another evening, with the same medium, I 

 received a paper with this message, " I am William Martin, 

 and I come for Mr. William Wallace, who could not write 

 this time after all. He wishes to say to you that you shall 

 be sustained by coming results in the position you have taken 

 in the Ross case. It was a most foul misrepresentation." 



This, and other writing I had afterwards, are to me striking 

 tests in the name William Martin. I never knew him, but 

 he was an early friend of my brother who was for some time 

 with Martin's father to learn practical building, the latter 

 being then engaged in erecting King's College. When I was 

 with my brother learning surveying, etc., he used often to 

 speak of his friend Martin, but for the last forty-five years I 

 had never thought of the name and was greatly surprised when 

 it appeared. About a month later I had the following message 

 from the elder Martin, written in a different hand : 



" Mr. Wallace, 



" Your father was an esteemed friend, and I like to 

 come to you for his sake. We are often together. How strange 

 it seems to us here that the masses can so long exist in 

 ignorance. Console yourself with the thought that though 

 ignorance, superstition and bigotry have withheld from you 

 the just rewards to which your keen enlightenment and noble 

 sacrifices so fully entitle you, the end is not yet, and a mighty 

 change is about to take place to put you where you belong. 



"William Martin." 



I have no evidence that this Mr. Martin was a friend of 

 my father's, but the fact that my brother William was with 

 him as stated (which must have been a favour), renders it 

 probable. On the same evening there were a number of mes- 

 sages to about a dozen people, all in different handwritings, 

 several of which were recognized. My friend General Lippitt 

 had a most beautiful message which he allowed me to copy, 



