Helen Verrall, my
great aunt, was, like her mother Margaret, a psychic medium, active in the
Society for Psychic Research. The Society was formed in 1882 with the intention
of applying scientific methods to the study of that great Victorian
fascination, the paranormal.
Helen Verrall and Willy Salter on their wedding day,
28th September 1915
28th September 1915
After her
marriage in 1915 she introduced her husband William Henry Salter to the work of
the Society, which he joined in 1916 and served at various times as Treasurer,
Secretary and – in 1947-48 – as President. He was a historian at Cambridge; but
as far as I can tell, all his published work after his marriage was concerned
with psychic phenomena, including Ghosts
and Apparitions and Zoar, his
review of the evidence of psychical research concerning survival after death,
dedicated to Helen “and all who are working to complete Man’s knowledge of his
Nature.”
As Mrs W.H.
Salter, Helen also wrote, and gave talks. Among her publications is the
Frederic Myers Memorial Lecture which she gave in 1945, Psychic Research: Where Do We Stand?; and Evidence for Telepathy: The Response to a Broadcast Request for Cases,
which followed a talk she gave on the BBC on 16th February 1934 with a round-up
of some of the four hundred letters she subsequently received. “A few of
these,” she notes in her introduction, “were from persons not entirely sane.”
Evidence
for Telepathy, by Mrs WH Salter (Sidgwick
& Jackson, 1934)
The book
examines fifty eight of the more credible ones, and she concludes, “These are
the kind of things that happen from time to time to ordinary people, leading
ordinary lives.” There’s a lovely matter-of-factness about that remark that I
like.
Many of her
correspondents describe telepathic intimations of the death or illness of a
loved one which were later confirmed by more conventional communication. It is
shiver-up-the-spine stuff, and I wonder idly where Willy was when Helen died,
and whether he sensed her parting.
Here are two of the cases she reports. The
first
… was
sent by Mr JR Johnstone, who wrote as follows:
My
Battalion was stationed at Ballykinlar Camp, County Down, Ireland, in April
1917. On 5th April I was “Captain of the Day.” Part of my “duties”
was the turning out of the various Guards, once after 10pm and once after
midnight. Between these times I was sitting alone on a deck-chair in my cubicle
reading a book.
In
the middle of a chapter, I stood up and exclaimed aloud, “Arthur is killed.”
On
April 7 Mr Johnstone received an official telegram informing him of his brother
Arthur’s death in action on April 5th, and subsequently he learnt
in a letter from a brother-officer that
Lieutenant Johnstone had been killed at about 11pm.
The
death of 2nd Lieutenant Arthur James Johnstone, 6/7 Bn The Royal
Scots Fusiliers, is officially recorded [notes Aunt Helen] as having occurred on April 5, 1917.
Ballykinlar Camp became an
internment centre during the Irish War of Independence in 1920-21
For the second,
her informant
…
was Mrs Bradburn, who wrote thus:
In
the year 1893 my husband’s brother was out in South Africa at the time of the
rising of the Matabele War, and all had to take part in it to protect their
farms. One night my husband woke me up, and was terribly upset. He dreamt he
saw his brother in the midst of fighting, and all at once he saw a lot of smoke
and his brother fall into it, at the same time calling my husband by name.
That
was on December 3, and we got a letter from him on January 1, saying they were
going to fight Lobengula, the King of the Matabeles. The letter was dated on the
eve of the battle and it coincided with my husband’s dream. My brother-in-law
was one of the twenty-four brave men in Major Wilson’s last stand.
Major Wilson’s
Last Stand was a celebrated act of British Imperial heroism. The entire party (actually
thirty-four men) were cut off and massacred by 3000 warriors in the British
equivalent of Custer’s Last Stand. A Sgt Bradburn is known to have been a
member of Major Wilson’s party.
Major Wilson’s Last Stand, as depicted on a cigarette card
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