I have appeared by command of the higher powers and am the spirit of Dr Allen, late Bishop of Ely, who departed from mortal life to immortality in the month of March 1845.
Death was at hand—He is gone, his last breath is drawn, his spirit has fled to the presence of its Creator. I distinctly recognised the words—I endeavoured to speak, but the power of speech had left me. I felt the experience of a dream and could not understand their grief and sorrow, for all pain had ended—I felt happy, but as it were spellbound by apparent magic influence. As I lay gazing upon the group of friends around me I perceived objects in every direction at the same moment, but did not understand my true position.
There laid the stern reality before me—cold, motionless, as death is described—dead in reality, and yet I, a moving, living being, witness of the things I have just described. There are none without accusers—or none but what accuse and every specie of bodily and mental agony is experienced by all.
Refrain from hypocrisy, ambition, selfishness, and all evils, which arise therefrom, for the instigation of crime in the flesh will truly meet with a just retribution.
Mercy and forgiveness to all.

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