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Show SELECTED. A TALK WITH TOM SAVERS' SPIRIT. Those who worship the memory of Tom Sayers, remarks the liirmiDgliam Post, will be pleased to know that that great prize tighter is very comlbrtahlc and has no desire to return to earth. This interesting fact has been communicated commu-nicated to an admiring world by a gifted spiritual medium, who has had a friendly chat with Tom's spirit. "Tho spirit world," aid the prizefighter's prize-fighter's ghost, "is not such a bud place- hut getting at it was the thing" ( Sic.), clearly alluding to purgatorial diflieulties. Tho spirit of Mr. Saycrs then moralizes in tho following edifying edify-ing strain: "I died a Datural death, as the doctor said; but 1 consider 1 was my own murderer by abusing the strength given me by the Infinite. I was a pugilist a lighting man. They Sic.) are reputed to be fond of raw beef, dry breud, and beer. I was all : that. L could do my share ol' these ihinga like most fighting men. Perhaps Per-haps I was good, perhaps 1 was not; but fighting man as I was, I knew that honesLy was th. best thing, and as much as I could I tried to be fair and fctraigbt for ward." In his thirst for knowledge, Mr. Sayers (in his spiritual character), was taken by a superior tjtirit to hoar a spiritualist lecture. Ilis account of it is remarkably remark-ably instructive, and is on the whole a masterly piece of humbug : "I'liey like to jaw each other," ho went on to say, "up thera (the spirit world) as well ns down here. It was not at nil consoling. It made mo (hint I was worse than I was. I cried like a big baby at what was said. The jawer saw nic and came (o mo. lie read me like a book, and told me all my j previous life, and what ailed me. What could I do ? I had lo own up. J I weut straight along with him, and a I loDg way it was, too. I had to W;i!k, j as I was too heavy to fly. I was a log 1 of wood, and be a grasshopper. I ' got into his society, and there began to learn my lesson to know what I was i HyiDg for. I have been gathering ' knowledge ever fcince. Liverpool Courier, Aug. 5th. |