Several of the parties named had visited us before, and they had urged Mr. McNaughton to spend the evening with us. He tried to excuse himself, but they insisted, and he finally consented to do so; they clearly understood that he was not to take any part in the investigation. They arrived at about eight o'clock P.M. Judge Hascall introduced the gentlemen as his friends and neighbors from Genesee County, N. Y. They were all distinguished men, holding high positions in their several pursuits.
No sooner had we taken our seats at the table, than the Spirits spelled out, "My dear son, repeat the Lord's prayer." Each member looked at the others inquiringly, but no word was spoken except to ask "Who?"
The rappings answered, "My dear son, ha'e ye forgotten your puir auld mither? O my son, repeat the Lord's prayer." Mr. McNaughton was a very tall man, with a strong Scotch accent. The rapping still continued to call upon him to repeat the Lord's prayer. He looked from one to another, but said nothing. His friends urged him to comply with the Spirit's request; but he was disgusted, and thought it was a trick which his friends were playing upon him, and as they were very jolly, he would not make himself ridiculous by resenting it: but still no further manifestations came, under the then state of things.
His friends told him that if he wanted to witness anything further he would have to comply with the request of the Spirit. After much persuasion, he reluctantly commenced in a very low, indistinct manner to mumble something that sounded like "Our father, which art in heaven." By this time a universal roar of laughter broke from the company. Still, the Spirit urged him to go on, and he began again with little better success.
His friends knew full well it had been many a day since he had prayed with his "dear auld mither." The Spirit then spelled that "_all_ should join in repeating the Lord's prayer," and we all united in its repetition. The responsive rappings of approval were heard all over the room--on the table, chairs, floor, and wall. Mr. McNaughton looked astonished. The table danced with evident joy, and we were obliged to move back. There it stood, upon one foot, fairly dancing. Mr. McNaughton exclaimed boldly, in his Scotch dialect, "Exthraordinary! Exthraordinary! I begin to understand it now." The laughter was over. The Spirit of his mother said, "My dear son, do you remember how we used to repeat the Lord's prayer together, when you were a little laddie?" "Yes, mother. Yes, I comprehend it all. I am converted to the truth of Spiritual manifestations."