Published in 1896 | 78 pages | PDF reader required
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CHAPTER I
Invisible to the eyes of mortals, yet an active member of the family who were my nearest kin during my mortal life; in one sense dead, but only so as to the perishable body I once wore, I am as much alive and leading just as useful a life as those still clothed in the garb of mortality. Many times my heart has ached over the sufferings which mortals are compelled to endure, unknown and unsuspected by the outer world. I go into many homes, but find little real happiness. I enter the habitations of the poor and see grim want staring me in the face. This is a frequent cause of people losing various articles. Many are drawn to commit crime through lack of the actual necessaries of life. I visit the abodes of the rich, and although society is supposed by the majority to be the acme of perfect happiness, it is but seldom that it can be found there. There are sore hearts beating under silks and laces, and under evening suits, which are carefully hidden from the gaze of the outside world. Men and women alike, oftimes carry aching hearts and would rather die of grief than permit their sufferings to become known. Jealousy is a frequent cause of this unhappy state of affairs, and it affects the high and low, rich and poor alike. ...
