  To my anonymous worthy Friend, Physician and Philosopher, whose To my Deaf and Dumb Friend, Mr. Duncan Campbel, in Answer to BEING A True Narrative of a miraculous Cure, newly perform'd upon that famous Deaf and Dumb Gentleman, Dr. Duncan Campbel, By a familiar Spirit that appear'd to him in a white Surplice, like a Cathedral singing Boy. By Daniel Defoe. If by our Senses Spirits we perceive, Or from the strength of Fancy, so believe, No Fault do we commit that merits blame, If to the Publick we report the same; For whether by our Eyes we Spectres see Or by a second Sight, we must agree, Things are to us as they appear to be. LONDON decor_1
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