A Modern Prophetess.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLV, Issue 15, 12 April 1911, Page 70

A Modern Prophetess.

It is hardly surprising that Mme. Seraphine d’Endor gives herself to prophecy. If we believe anything in names, here is a cognomen absolutely fitting a prophetess. The superstition of Parisians has often been declared. If it would be untrue to say that cards are consulted and signs are read before any great enterprise is begun, it is indisputable that the .“voyantes” are much visited at the end of each year. What dark and dreadful secret holds 1911? Happily, the information has been vouchsafed to Mme. Seraphine. and she retails it to a reporter, in Paris. “First of all, there is the certain assassination of an Emperor of the Yellow Race, China or Japan—l cannot decide which—an assassination followed by a proclamation of a Republic in those States. "After that, there will be the discovery of a serum to destroy the microbes.” “What microbes?” the seer was asked, and she replied, with none of the hesitation of the ordinary savant: — ‘‘All microbes.” And she was equally emphatic about the visit of sovereigns to France. They are coining, she says, notwithstanding the official denial of King George’s visit. His Majesty will have to abandon his journey to India, just to oblige this Parisian prophetess of Endor. But surpassing even in the glory of the

•ernm and the galaxy of Princes is tM anaovineement pf the birth ft a sew Nw poieon—- a great man, whose genius will renew the face of Europe.” “At what age. Madame, will this new Napoleon accomplish hie remarkable performances?” “Between thirty-five and forty-five.” And the interviewer, who seems to have thought that the lady ought to have made her hero more precocious, said he felt inclined to defer payment of the fee until her prophecy should be fulfilled.' But prophetesses have a shrewd worldly wisdom, for all their thoughts are fixed celestially—and they demand the money in advance.