248. My sister having mentioned her name in the spheres, to be Queen of
Flowers. I substituted this name translated into Latin in the Sicilian
Mariners’ Hymn, replacing virgo by soror, the Latin for sister; seraph
for mater; bonissima for piissima; carissima for purissima; and cura
for ora. It then read as follows:—
248. Oh! bonissima, oh! carissima
Dulcis soror, amata
Florum regina
In cœlo cognita
Cura, Cura, pro nobis
Cura, cura, pro nobis
Seraph amata intemerata
Cura, cura, pro nobis.
249. As soon as this was chanted, the following reply was given through
the spiritoscope, at which I was sitting with Mrs. Gourlay as medium:
250. “DEAR BROTHER:—I answer your prayer by saying I do watch over
you, and pray for your welfare. I am grateful for your remembrance, and
shall strive to deserve it. O! brother, our cause is a common one, and
we feel the same interest in its promulgation. I am daily striving to
disseminate its truths, but can make little progress, having so much
ignorance to contend against. I know that the truths of progression,
with the help of a good and wise God, will ultimately prevail over all
the land; but when that happy time comes to earth, your freed spirit
will rove the endless fields of immortality with those loved friends
who have gone a little while before. Then will we revel in delights
which, in comparison with earth’s joys, are far more beautiful and
sublime. I wish you could look with the eye of prescience, and see that
glorious time, when all nations shall become as a band of brothers.”