“The lady of the house turned to me and said abruptly, ‘Why, you are
sitting in the air’; and on looking, we found that the chair remained in
its place, but that I was elevated two or three inches above it, and my
feet not touching the floor. This may show how utterly unconscious I am
at times to the sensation of levitation. As is usual, when I had not got
above the level of the heads of those about me, and when they change
their position much—as they frequently do in looking wistfully at such a
phenomenon—I came down again, but not till I had remained so raised about
half a minute from the time of its being first seen. I was now impressed
to leave the table, and was soon carried to the lofty ceiling. The Count
de B— left his place at the table, and coming under where I was, said,
‘Now, young Home, come and let me touch your feet.’ I told him I had no
volition in the matter, but perhaps the spirits would kindly allow me to
come down to him. They did so, by floating me down to him, and my feet
were soon in his outstretched hands. He seized my boots, and now I was
again elevated, he holding tightly, and pulling at my feet, till the
boots I wore, which had elastic sides, came off and remained in his
hands.”