As Dr. Beard has scorned (in his scientific grandeur)
to answer the challenge sent to him by your humble servant in the number
of The Daily Graphic for the 13th* of October last, and has preferred instructing the public in general rather
than one "credulous fool" in particular, let her come from Circassia
or Africa, I fully trust you will permit me to use your paper once more
in order that by pointing out some very spicy peculiarities of this amazingly
scientific exposure, the public might better judge at whose door the aforesaid
elegant epithet could be most appropriately laid.
For a week or so an immense excitement, a thrill of sacrilegious fear,
if I may be allowed this expression, ran through the psychologized frames
of the Spiritualists of New York. It was rumoured in ominous whispers that
G. Beard, M. D., the Tyndall of America, was coming out with his peremptory
exposure of the Eddys' ghosts andthe Spiritualists trembled for their
The dreaded day has come, the number of The Daily Graphic for
November the 9th is before us. We have read it carefully, with respectful
awe, for true science has always been an authority for us (weak-minded
fool though we may be), and so we handled the dangerous exposure with a
feeling somewhat akin to that of a fanatic Christian opening a volume of
Büchner. We perused it to the last: we turned the page over and over
again, vainly straining our eyes and brains to detect therein one word of
scientific proof or a solitary atom of overwhelming evidence that would
thrust into our Spiritualistic bosom the venomous fangs of doubt. But no,
not a particle of reasonable explanation or of scientific evidence that
what we have all seen, heard and felt at the Eddys' was but delusion. In
our feminine modesty, still allowing the said article the benefit of the
doubt, we disbelieved our own senses, and so devoted a whole day to the
picking up of sundry bits of criticism from judges that we believe more
competent than ourselves, and at last came collectively to the following
The Daily Graphic has allowed Dr. Beard in its magnanimity nine
columns of its precious pages to provewhat? Why, the following:
First, that he, Dr. Beard, according to his own modest assertions (see
columns second and third) is more entitled to occupy the position of an
actor intrusted with characters of simpletons (Molière's "Tartuffe"
might fit him perhaps as naturally) than to undertake the difficult part
of a Prof. Faraday vis-à-vis the Chittenden D. D. Home.
Secondly, that although the learned doctor was "overwhelmed already
with professional labours" (a nice and cheap reclame, by the
way) and scientific researches, he gave the latter another direction, and
so went to the Eddys. That, arrived there, he played with Horatio Eddy,
for the glory of science and the benefit of humanity, the difficult character
of a "dishevelled simpleton," and was rewarded in his scientific
research by finding on the said suspicious premises a professor of bumps
"a poor harmless fool"! Galileo, of famous memory, when he detected
the sun in its involuntary imposture chuckled certainly less over his triumph
than does Dr. Beard over the discovery of this "poor fool" No.
1. Here we modestly suggest that perhaps the learned doctor had no need
to go as far as Chittenden for that.
Further, the doctor, forgetting entirely the wise motto, Non bis in
idem, discovers and asserts throughout the length of his article that
all the past, present and future generations of pilgrims to the "Eddy
homestead" are collectively fools, and that every solitary member of
this numerous body of Spiritualistic pilgrims is likewise "a weak-minded,
credulous fool"! Querythe proof of it, if you please, Dr. Beard?
AnswerDr. Beard has said so, and Echo responds, Fool!
Truly miraculous are thy doings, indeed, O Mother Nature! The cow is
black and its milk is white! But then, you see, those ill-bred, ignorant
Eddy brothers have allowed their credulous guests to eat up all the "trout"
caught by Dr. Beard and paid for by him seventy-five cents per pound as
a penalty; and that fact alone might have turned him a littlehow shall
we saysour, prejudiced? No, erroneous in his statement, will answer
For erroneous he is, not to say more. When, assuming an air of scientific
authority, he affirms that the séance-room is generally so
dark that one cannot recognize at three feet distance his own mother, he
says what is not true. When he tells us further that he saw through a hole
in one of the shawls and the space between them all the manuvres of
Horatio's arm, he risks finding himself contradicted by thousands who, weak-minded
though they may be, are not blind for all that, neither are they confederates
of the Eddys, but far more reliable witnesses in their simple-minded honesty
than Dr. Beard is in his would-be scientific and unscrupulous testimony.
The same when he says that no one is allowed to approach the spirits nearer
than twelve feet distance, still less to touch them, except the "two
simple-minded ignorant idiots" who generally sit on both ends of the
platform. To my knowledge many other persons have sat there besides those
Dr. Beard ought to know this better than anyone else, as he has sat there
himself. A sad story is in circulation, by the way, at the Eddys'. The records
of the spiritual séances at Chittenden have devoted a whole
page to the account of a terrible danger that threatened for a moment to
deprive America of one of her brightest scientific stars. Dr. Beard, admitting
a portion of the story himself, perverts the rest of it, as he does everything
else in his article. The doctor admits that he had been badly struck by
the guitar, and, not being able to bear the pain, "jumped up,"
and broke the circle. Now it clearly appears that the learned gentleman
has neglected to add to the immense stock of his knowledge the first rudiments
of "logic." He boasts of having completely blinded Horatio and
others as to the real object of his visit. What should then Horatio pummel
his head for? The spirits were never known before to be as rude as that.
But Dr. B. does not believe in their existence and so lays the whole thing
at Horatio's door. He forgets to state, though, that a whole shower of missiles
were thrown at his head and that"pale as a ghost," so says
the tale-telling recordthe poor scientist surpassed for a moment the
"fleet-footed Achilles" himself in the celerity with which he
took to his heels. How strange if Horatio, not suspecting him still, left
him standing at two feet distance from the shawl! How very logical!
It becomes evident that the said neglected logic was keeping company
at the time with old mother Truth at the bottom of her well, neither of
them being wanted by Dr. Beard. I myself have sat upon the upper step of
the platform for fourteen nights by the side of Mrs. Cleveland. I got up
every time "Honto" approached me to within an inch of my face
in order to see her the better. I have touched her hands repeatedly as other
spirits have been touched, and even embraced her nearly every night.
Therefore, when I read Dr. Beard's preposterous and cool assertion that
"a very low order of genius is required to obtain command of a few
words in different languages and so to mutter them to credulous Spiritualists,"
I feel every right in the world to say in my turn that such a scientific
exposure as Dr. Beard has come out with in his article does not require
any genius at all; per contra, it requires a ridiculous faith on
the part of the writer in his own infallibility, as well as a positive confidence
in finding in all his readers what he elegantly terms "weak-minded
fools." Every word of his statement, when it is not a most evident
untruth, is a wicked and malicious insinuation built on the very equivocal
authority of one witness against the evidence of thousands.
Says Dr. Beard, "I have proved that the life of the Eddys is one
long lie, the details need no further discussion." The writer of the
above lines forgets, by saying these imprudent words, that some people might
think that "like attracts like." He went to Chittenden with deceit
in his heart and falsehood on his lips, and so judging his neighbour by
the character he assumed himself, he takes everyone for a knave when he
does not put him down as a fool. Declaring so positively that he has proved
it, the doctor forgets one trifling circumstance, namely, that he has proved
Where are his boasted proofs? When we contradict him by saying that the séance-room is far from being as dark as he pretends it to
be, and that the spirits themselves have repeatedly called out through Mrs.
Eaton's voice for more light, we only say what we can prove before any jury.
When Dr. Beard says that all the spirits are personated by W. Eddy, he advances
what would prove to be a greater conundrum for solution than the apparition
of spirits themselves. There he falls right away into the domain of Cagliostro:
for if Dr. B. has seen five or six spirits in all, other persons, myself
included, have seen one hundred and nineteen in less than a fortnight, nearly
all of whom were differently dressed. Besides, the accusation of Dr. Beard
implies the idea to the public that the artist of The Daily Graphic who made the sketches of so many of those apparitions, and who is not a
"credulous Spiritualist" himself, is likewise a humbug, propagating
to the world what he did not see, and so spreading at large the most preposterous
and outrageous lie.
When the learned doctor will have explained to us how any man in his
shirt-sleeves and a pair of tight pants for an attire can possibly conceal
on his person (the cabinet having been previously found empty) a whole bundle
of clothes, women's robes, hats, caps, head-gears, and entire suits of evening
dress, white waistcoats and neckties included, then he will be entitled
to more belief than he is at present. That would be a proof indeed, for,
with all due respect to his scientific mind, Dr. Beard is not the first
dipus that has thought of catching the Sphinx by its tail and so unriddling
the mystery. We have known more than one "weak-minded fool," ourselves
included, that has laboured under a similar delusion for more than one night,
but all of us were finally obliged to repeat the words of the great Galileo,
"E pur, se muove!" and give it up.
But Dr. Beard does not give it up. Preferring to keep a scornful silence
as to any reasonable explanation, he hides the secret of the above mystery
in the depths of his profoundly scientific mind. "His life is given
to scientific researches," you see; "his physiological knowledge
and neuro-physiological learning are immense," for he says so, and
skilled as he is in combating fraud by still greater fraud (see column the
eighth), spiritualistic humbug has no more mysteries for him. In five minutes
the scientist had done more towards science than all the rest of the scientists
put together have done in years of labour, and "would feel ashamed
if he had not." (See same column.) In the overpowering modesty of his
learning he takes no credit to himself for having done so, though he has
discovered the astounding, novel fact of the "cold benumbing sensation."
How Wallace, Crookes and Varley, the naturalist-anthropologist, the chemist
and electrician, will blush with envy in their old country! America alone
is able to produce on her fertile soil such quick and miraculous intellects.
"Veni, Vidi, Vici!" was the motto of a great
conqueror. Why should not Dr. Beard select for his crest the same? And then,
not unlike the Alexanders and the Cæsars of antiquity (in the primitive
simplicity of his manners), he abuses people so elegantly, calling them
"fools" when he cannot find a better argument.
A far wiser mind than Dr. Beard (will he dispute the fact?) has suggested,
centuries ago, that the tree was to be judged according to its fruits. Spiritualism,
notwithstanding the desperate efforts of more scientific men than himself,
has stood its ground without flinching for more than a quarter of a century.
Where are the fruits of the tree of science that blossoms on the soil of
Dr. Beard's mind? If we are to judge of them by his article, then verily
the said tree needs more than usual care. As for the fruits, it would appear
that they are as yet in the realms of "sweet delusive hope." But
then, perhaps the doctor was afraid to crush his readers under the weight'
of his learning (true merit has been in all times modest and unassuming),
and that accounts for the learned doctor withholding from us any scientific
proof of the fraud that he pretends to be exposing, except the above-mentioned
fact of the "cold benumbing sensation." But how Horatio can keep
his hand and arm ice cold under a warm shawl for half an hour at a time,
in summer as well as in any other season, and that without having some ice
concealed about his person, or how he can prevent it from thawingall
the above is a mystery that Dr. Beard doesn't reveal for the present. Maybe
he will tell us something of it in his book that he advertises in the article.
Well, we only hope that the former will be more satisfactory than the latter.
I will add but a few words before ending my debate with Dr. Beard for
ever. All that he says about the lamp concealed in a bandbox, the strong
confederates, etc., exists only in his imagination, for the mere sake of
argument, we suppose. "False in one, false in all," says Dr. Beard
in column the sixth. These words are a just verdict on his own article.
Here I will briefly state what I reluctantly withheld up to the present
moment from the knowledge of all such as Dr. Beard. The fact was too sacred
in my eyes to allow it to be trifled with in newspaper gossiping. But now,
in order to settle the question at once, I deem it my duty as a Spiritualist
to surrender it to the opinion of the public.
On the last night that I spent with the Eddys I was presented by Georgo
Dix and Mayflower with a silver decoration, the upper part of a medal with
which I was but too familiar. I quote the precise words of the spirit: "We
bring you this decoration, for we think you will value it more highly than
anything else. You will recognize it, for it is the badge of honour that
was presented to your father by his Government for the campaign of 1828,
between Russia and Turkey. We got it through the influence of your uncle,
who appeared to you here this evening. We brought it from your father's
grave at Stavropol. You will identify it by a certain sign known to yourself."
These words were spoken in the presence of forty witnesses. Col. Olcott
will describe the fact and give the design of the decoration.
I have the said decoration in my possession. I know it as having
belonged to my father. More, I have identified it by a portion that,
through carelessness, I broke myself many years ago, and, to settle all
doubt in relation to it, I possess the photograph of my father (a picture
that has never been at the Eddys', and could never possibly have been seen
by any of them) on which this medal is plainly visible.
Query for Dr. Beard: How could the Eddys know that my father was buried
at Stavropol; that he was ever presented with such a medal, or that he had
been present and in actual service at the time of the war of 1828?
Willing as we are to give every one his due, we feel compelled to say
on behalf of Dr. Beard that he has not boasted of more than he can do, in
advising the Eddys to take a few private lessons of him in the trickery
of mediumship. The learned doctor must be expert in such trickeries. We
are likewise ready to admit that in saying as he did that "his article
would only confirm the more the Spiritualists in their belief" (and
he ought to have added, "convince no one else"), Dr. Beard has
proved himself to be a greater "prophetic medium" than any other
in this country!
23 Irving Place, New York City,
November 10th, 1874
H. P. Blavatsky
* This appears to be a misprint, unless the challenge
had been made on the 13th, and was only repeated in the letter of Oct. 27th.
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