Dearest Bretheren and Sisteren:

Dr. Ding courteously invites you to gaze upon the many fine and mystical offerings of Madame Talbot’s Victorian Lowbrow™. It is a decidedy bizarre place, not for the feeble of constitution, containing many gruesome and spectral offerings for your consumption. No, not the tubercular kind of consumption. My but you are rather a literal creature, aren’t you? No mind, gentle reader. Read on.

Suffering from phantasms due to sudden limb loss? Madame Talbot has wrought only the finest cure known to medical science!

Perhaps you merely require a slightly macabre dental daguerrotype to display in your medical chirurgery? Look no further.

Or perchance one of your loved ones is much aggrieved with melancholy humor and is in dire need of one of Madame Talbot’s handmade Mourning Dolls? Dr. Ding finds their visages quite agreeable, in a most distinctive and singularly dreadful way.

I must confess although I have no actual need for the occult curious featured by the good Madame, I find myself inexplicably drawn to them, as if by some unseen hand. You don’t suppose this supernatural phenomenon is borne qua the mighty aetheric powers of something like this do you? I must summon my Evil Manservant Jeebes at once and have him bring me the chequebook anon. Forthwith and posthaste!

Greetings. My Evil Manservant, Jeebes, has unearthed from the depths of his rather encyclopædic stereoptyicon collection a most startling historical revelation, found here for your ephemeratic perusals at Spirit History.

In summary, it would seem that perhaps the otherwordly manifestations of the séance-enthralled Spiritualists were betimes, shall we venture to say, just a tad bit…well….erm…fraudulent.

Astonishing, don’t you agree?

Why ‘pon my oath, just last night I thought I was speaking with Madame Blatavatsky, using my especially-designed Post-Mortem Contrapulatronic Victrola! How could I be so lacking in reason as to engage in such a patently fraudulent scheme? O the horror! Thank goodness for the ministrations of Jeebes, evil though he may be, for revealing my folly.

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