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Strange Visitors / A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state cover

Strange Visitors / A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state

Chapter 67: COMEDIAN’S POETRY. _ROLLICKING SONG_.
By Henry J. Horn
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A miscellany of purported spirit communications channeled through a clairvoyant, comprising essays, poems, sketches, satire, fiction, and prophecy. Contributions alternate intimate first-person accounts of dying and arriving in a luminous spirit realm with reflective pieces on religion, philosophy, art, government, and social life. Some entries describe visionary landscapes and modes of spirit travel, while others present critical or satirical commentary on earthly institutions and artistic practice. The collection blends mystical narrative with speculative argument, moving between emotive reminiscence and didactic exposition to explore mortality, moral responsibility, and the continuity imagined between earthly experience and a perceived afterlife.

COMEDIAN’S POETRY.

_ROLLICKING SONG_.

Hurrah! hurrah I my boys so bright,
For merry ghosts meet here to-night.
We’ll sing and dance till dawn of day,
Then up we’ll mount, away! away!
Then up, up, and away!

We live in spirit land so gay,
And with grim Satan’s fires we play.
You need not fear the future state,
For we will meet you at the gate.
Then up, up, and away!

Come, friends of earth, and read our bill,
’Tis called the “sugar-coated pill;”
’Twill sweeten all life’s bitter care,
And lead you up, the saints know where,
Then up, up, and away!

Come laugh with us each man and wife;
A player’s stage is earthly life;
The sting of death is only a prick,
And _hell_ the parson’s “_trap-door trick_,”
Then up, up, and away!

Here’s Garrick, Booth, and Kean so bright,
They shine like stars to give you light.
So haste and join the merry throng,
And loudly swell our happy song.
Then up, up, and away!