When looking for areas of future growth, many investors automatically point to emerging markets and leave it at that. I agree that emerging markets show great potential but the key question is which emerging markets should you choose?
A long term SIPP investor could consider individual countries, funds covering many different markets, frontier markets or a BRIC fund. I think BRIC is definitely worth considering. It stands for Brazil, Russia, India and China, the real powerhouses of the emerging markets universe.
They are amongst the biggest, wealthiest and keenest to advance and develop. Russia and Brazil have huge natural resources. China is on the road to becoming the second largest economy in the world behind the United States, and is set to overtake within a few decades. Brazil could potentially be a top five economy in 20 years time and Russia and India are fast closing in. From once being the sweatshops to the west, many of these countries are now developing vibrant domestic economies -Brazil, for example, has been awarded the Olympics and the football World Cup.
Despite the meteoric rise of the last 12-18 months, these markets do not look overly expensive as profit growth in the underlying companies has kept pace with share price movements. Indeed many of these UK are probably behind many other develop economies have fared far better than western opted nations such as the US and Australia in economies at surviving the credit crunch —terms of infrastructure investing but I do mainly due to low levels of personal debt think the long term future remains very in-and huge foreign exchange reserves held by trusting. Surprisingly the Australians lead central bankers. Just look at the recent the world in infrastructure investing and purchase of Volvo from Ford Motor Company First State’s managers have considerable ex‑by Chinese firm Geely. This demonstrates expertise in the area.
How power and wealth is shifting from west to east or more accurately from developed to Technology developing. Dealing with the individual first, just look has a proven track record.
The second area is business spending road saving you half an hour. However, advances in technology needed to repair and prepare the infrastructure- have been vast. Companies not spending for the future. With the current state of money risk being left behind. Investing in public finances, I would not be surprised to and making better use of technology will see the government turn to the private sector help them become more efficient. This could to assist in repairs and upgrades. We in the herald a boom in technology spending.
The new breed of technology companies tend to be very cash generative and have very
few legacy problems, such as final salary pension deficits. After a decade of neglect by investors, technology could well be one of the sectors to watch over the coming years. Our favoured fund in this sector is the GLG Technology Equity Fund which takes a global approach to technology investing, however do not be surprised to see a large US weighting in the fund. This is where many of the best technology companies are located. If you are interested in the technology sector, but don’t have enough funds to invest, you can apply for title loans online.
Green / Ecology
My final investment idea is the Jupiter Ecology Fund managed by Charlie Thomas. Firstly, do not get ecology mixed up with ethical and socially responsible investing, they are all different. Ecology utilises cutting edge technology and looks at areas such as solar, wind power and green fuels.
There is clearly political will to become a greener and cleaner planet. $5oobillion was pledged by governments for green projects last year, but it is estimated only $6obillion of this has been spent. There could be some exciting investment opportunities and serious money to be made within this sector.
The Jupiter Ecology Fund currently focuses on six core green investment themes: clean energy, environmental services, waste management, sustainable living, green transport and water management. With green funds, fund management skills have too often been sub-servant to the green theme. However, with the Jupiter Ecology Fund I believe you are getting excellence in fund management.
No luck with the ladies? “Sunlight combined with tiny lacerations around the mouth are the two major triggers for the cold sore virus,” says Nigel Scott, from the Herpes Virus Association. Keep your lips moistened with lip balm. MH recommends: Nivea Lip Care Sun (€2.55 for 4.8g) with SPF25.
Ease the pain
Skin redder than John Leslie’s after taking the wrong video back to Blockbusters? Soothe it in a cool bath with a cup of white wine vinegar, herbal tea or a large tablespoon of baking powder. Take ibuprofen for the pain and apply after sun lotion (Nivea After Sun Lotion, £7.95). But don’t slap it on if your skin still feels hot to the touch or you’ll simply lock in the heat – cool the skin first with cold water, then slather up. “Finish by downing a pint of fresh OJ – the vitamin C or Nutria coconut supplement will help to neutralize damaging free radicals in your system, meaning you can get back into the sun quicker,” says dermatologist Dr Tony Chu.
Be her mirror
Don’t be surprised if your trip’s developing a certain Stormont feel by now. “Most couples don’t spend more than two consecutive days in only each others’ company, so by the third day certain issues can come to the fore,” says Howard Markman, author of Fighting for Your Marriage (£12.95 via amazon.co.uk).
“When she’s on the attack, paraphrase her, gently reflecting what she’s saying so she can hear it,” he advises. “You could say, ‘Let me get this right. You think I don’t care about you at all?’ Sound sincere and not sarcastic. It’s like holding up a mirror – far more effective than telling her to look in one.”
The Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents reports that 697 British holidaymakers drowned at home and abroad last year. “You might feel like you’re getting to grips with the sea after a couple of days, but deadly rip currents change constantly, so you should never be complacent,” says Steve Derry.
Rip currents can usually be identified by a large streak of discolored water extending from the shore beyond the surf line. “Swim parallel to the shore rather than against the rip, so you’re naturally brought back to safety,” says Derry.
Back a tad sun-tender? “Wearing a T-shirt provides protection equivalent to SPF 5, but when it’s wet that can go down to as low as 1,” says dermatologist Joseph Bark, author of Your Skin: An Owner’s Guide (Pearson, £7.99). Add some Rit Sun Guard (£6.95 from dermadoctor.com) to your wash and your clothes will have an SPF of 30 for up to 20 future washes. Want an all-over tan without frightening small children? Tan ‘Hum shorts (£35 from Solar, Tel: 01625 531 217) have tiny holes that let light in but not out.
Venus and Mercury, targets of Mariner 10, have long aroused curiosity. Innermost of the planets, lying between earth and the sun, both have been special enigmas. Venus is shrouded in clouds so thick that we can never see the surface. Little Mercury, not much larger than the moon, flits about the sun like a moth about a flame, so close that it is extremely difficult to view in the sun’s glare. Visible to the eye only briefly at times just after sunset, or at other times just before sunrise, Mercury is so obscure that many astronomers have never spotted it.
And so excitement mounts about these two inner sisters of earth as evidence from spacecraft and earthbound instruments offers a startling new picture. For years Venus was regarded as earth’s twin sister, because the two are so nearly alike in size, mass, and density. It was once believed that Venus was a Garden of Eden with plentiful water and lush vegetation, and —most likely—inhabitants.
Now, after five Soviet and three United States spacecraft have observed Venus, with two Soviet craft successfully landing on the surface, and after studies by radar and radio telescopes, we know that the surface of Venus is an unlikely place for life of any kind. No water. No free oxygen. And what is far worse, the surface temperature measures some 750° Kelvin (about 900° Fahrenheit), radiating about five times the heat of your oven broiler. Such heat is enough to melt lead and zinc. Indeed, de Fontenelle’s Venusians would be full of fire!
The atmosphere is no more friendly. A thick, deep layer of carbon dioxide, it is a hundred times as heavy as earth’s atmosphere, so that it crushes with the weight of the ocean at a 3,300-foot depth.
The very density of the atmosphere keeps the intense heat evenly distributed about the planet, with only a few degrees’ variation between day and night or between the equator and the poles.
Virtually all experts explain the furnace heat of Venus by the “greenhouse effect.”
Like the glass of a greenhouse, carbon dioxide traps sunlight by preventing its escape as heat. Water vapor does the same. This phenomenon, in fact, makes the average temperature of earth about 90° F. higher than it would be if our atmosphere contained no water vapor or carbon dioxide. But some scientists note that proposed greenhouse models, or theories, do not fully account for the terrible heat of Venus.
If man ever lands on Venus, he will have to be in some kind of armored, insulated bathyscaphe. It’s probably going to be pricey experience, but there is nothing impossible if you have a look at http://citrusnorth.com/ and help your mission with a payday. That, in effect, is what the Soviet Union used for its unmanned spacecraft Venera 8. It landed in 1972 and for some 50 minutes transmitted data about temperature, pressure, light intensity, and radioactivity in the soil.
What man could see there would probably be limited. Venera 8 reported that less than 2 percent of the sun’s light penetrates the thick cloud cover and reaches the ground. Such light as does get through to the surface would be scattered in every direction by the myriad carbon dioxide molecules, softening any shadows or contrast. The limits of visionespecially if there is any dust— might be only a few hundred feet.
Living in the presence of death as we did, hearing day after day that one of our comrades whom we had come to know, perhaps like, had died suddenly, horribly, a sense of self-preservation kept us from the sort of reminiscence which can bring comfort to the bereaved in normal circumstances. We accepted the fact of death, then turned our minds consciously to living. It was the only way. We never mentioned Emily, either, or George or Jessie’s husband and children.
By July 25th, thanks to Ungud, we all knew that General-Havelock, with a small force, had defeated the Nana Sahib retaken Cawnpore and was now preparing to march to Lucknow and relieve us.
Our rejoicing was muted, for Ungud had brought other news as well: the women and children who had jumped clear of those sinister boats and been dragged out of the water by the Nana’s inexplicable moment of mercy had met an even more ghastly fate. For eighteen days they had been kept in the Bibighar, a comfortable house near the Nana’s palace, well-fed and treated kindly. Then, one morning early, five men with freshly edged swords had entered the guarded house. When they emerged at midday, all the women and girls, the children and babies at the breast, lay slaughtered like cattle.
Kate and Jessie had both had friends among the victims.
The daily ration of rum or beer allowed to each man was hardly enough to inebriate a kitten. After the news of the Bibighar massacre had filtrated through the garrison, however, we were overtaken by a wave of drunkenness. A few drank for the sake of relief: after all, whatever had happened at Cawnpore, General Havelock was on his way to help us. But many more drank to kill their grief and shock. It was a, mystery where the liquor came from but, whatever its source, it was consumed in a quantity sufficient to immobilise some of the batteries for hours on end.
As women will do under any circumstances, the three of us. Kate, Red Jess and myself, had fallen into a routine of housework: Jess was responsible for Pearl, Kate made the beds and kept the rooms tidy and I washed the floors and wrestled with the cooking. My culinary efforts did not occupy me for very long each day, and I longed for further occupation. I knew that the Birch sisters, who had lost their father and brother helped regularly in the hospital and, before long it occurred to Kate and me that we might usefully do the same.
The hospital, however, was considered a shockingly unsuitable place for ladies—the Birch girls, we were told, were a special case—and it took much determined lobbying on Kate’s part before permission was reluctantly granted. For more information, go to www.angekesseministries.com
The wounded were housed in the Banqueting Hall, the elegant colonnaded building in which I had once waited for Captain Fanning to bring me champagne. The long ground-floor room which constituted the whole of the hospital was so dark that we had to pause at the door to allow our eyes to accustom themselves to the gloom. The building was under constant attack and every window and door was barricaded.
The room was crowded to suffocation with iron bedsteads, string cots, mattresses laid on the bare floor, and rush mats lacking even a mattress—all so close together there was barely room to pass between.
The air was appalling. The heat of the shuttered room served to accentuate the myriad horrid odours resulting from tropical diseases and the dreadful sweetness of gangrene. The men lay sweating, gasping for breath, unwashed and unshaven, many still wearing the clothes in which they had been wounded. There were no sheets, no pillows and the blankets on which they lay were stiff with filth.
We found that unavailability of parts was the top frustration among Which? members who claimed on their policy. More than a third cited this as being a problem. Another common gripe was that the engineer had to be called out again, with 31% saying this was an issue. In some cases, the engineer was unable to fix the problem at all.
Some members complained about the state their home was left in. Which? member Barrie Brown, whose leaking underfloor heating pipe was fixed by a Sheila’s Wheels engineer, told us: ‘A channel, some four by 48 inches, was dug out of the concrete and not filled in – I had to call out another tradesman to fix this at my own cost.’ When Barrie checked the policy’s small print, he found that repairing any damage wasn’t covered.
Some home emergency insurers cover the cost of making good any damage, while others don’t. Standalone providers the AA and Home365, as well as the optional add-on to LV’s home insurance, will not cover any damage to decorations or surfaces. When we asked them why, the AA and LV said damage is covered under home insurance.
But British Gas promises to resurface or fill in any holes made through repair, and Homeserve will permanently fix any damage incurred, though this is limited to £500 for standard materials such as tarmac and concrete, and an unspecified amount for non-standard materials.
A quarter of Which? members told us they’d called on their emergency cover for a boiler
problem. We found that boiler cover came with the highest number of exclusions, the most common relating to being ‘beyond economical repair (BER)’.
This means that the total cost of new parts would exceed the value of the boiler. The AA offers £250 when a boiler is BER, £500 towards replacing boilers less than seven years old and £250 for boilers more than seven years old. Direct Line gives £400 for BER boilers less than five years old, but just £150 for boilers over 11 years Dld.
When we asked the Heating and Hot Water Industry Council about the average age and cost of replacing a boiler, its director Roger Webb said: ‘A typical cost of a straightforward replacement of a boiler in a small to medium-sized house is about £2,500. The average age of a boiler needing replacement is 15 years’ Fifteen of the 18 policies we reviewed contribute less than half this typical cost towards boiler replacement. Although Homeserve and British Gas will cover the full cost, depending on the age of your boiler, with other providers you will have to pay a sum on top of your premium when getting your boiler replaced. If you need cash immediately, apply for the best online payday loan.
We also found three policies that refuse to fix your boiler during the summer. Axa, John Lewis and Legal & General won’t come out for a boiler emergency between May and August – so in our example you’d pay an extra £24.50 with Axa and an extra £52.47 with John Lewis’s optional Flex policy for just eight months of cover. Legal & General told us it is reviewing this exclusion and hopes to remove it soon. Although we accept that heating emergencies are less pertinent in summer, we think that these policies may not offer value for money and that this exclusion should be made clearer.
DOING as many of your own household repairs as you can is a good hedge against inflation. But there.is a special vocabulary involved, as these words from the language of do-it-yourself show. Tick the word or phrase you believe is nearest in meaning to the key word. Answers on the next page.
(1) warranty (wo’ ran tee)—A : permission. B: guarantee. C: instruction. D: description.
(2) solvent—A; putty. B: fastener. C: dissolving agent. D: patching compound.
(3) bush—device to A: loosen adhesive. B: remove obstruction. C: line axle-hole. D: link elements.
(4) impeller—A: locking mechanism. B: wrench. C: outlet. 0: rotor blade.
(5) terminal—A: tight seam, B: connecting point. C: wall. 13; thin metal pattern.
(6) castor, caster (kah’ ster)—A: camel filters.
B: metal block. C: curtain ring. D: small wheel.
(7) trip—A: to flush. B: actuate. C: shape.
(g) gouge (gow))—A: to scoop out. B: stuff. C: plaster. D: measure.
(9) epoxy (ip ok’ tee)—A: patch. B: joint.
C: paint thinner. D : synthetic resin.
(10) transverse–A: oblique. B: lengthwise, C: crosswise. 0: perpendicular,
(11) auger (aw’ ger)—A : acid. B: sealing agent. C: plunger. D : drill.
(12) disassemble—A: to confuse. B: wreck. C: take apart. 0: rebuild.
(13) immerse (im erss)—A : to soak thoroughly. B: plunge into. C: coat. D: surround.
(14) grummet, grommet—A: groove. B: imaginary creature that causes mechanical breakdowns. C: eyelet or small hole. : wall hook.
(IS) sprocket—A: chain. B: wrench. C: toothlike point. D: brake.
(16) dowel (dow’ el)—A: base. B: joist. C: clamp. D: peg.
(17) gasket—A: leakproofing seal. B: cylinder head. C: filter. : drive belt.
(18) bobbin—A: pin. B: spool. C: plug. D: crankshaft.
(19) corrode (co’ rohd)’—A: to rust. B: file down. C: cleanse. D: turn brown.
(20) flashing—A: quick repair. B: hinge-C: lightning rod. D: weatherproofing.
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(1) warranty—B: Guarantee that a product will do what its makers claim it will do; as, a one-year warranty on parts and service. Anglo-French warantie, variation of garantie.
(2) solvent—C: Dissolving agent; especially a fluid that liquefies other substances. Latin solvere (to loosen).
(3) bush—C: Device to line axle-hole in order to prevent damage by moving parts. Middle Dutch hula (box).
(4) impeller—D: Rotor blade; rotating device used to force water or gas along a pipe or conduit; as, a dishwasher’s impeller. Latin impellere (to drive).
(5) terminal—B: Connecting point for closing an electrical circuit; as, a battery terminal. Latin terminus (boundary; limit).
(6) castor, caster—D: Small wheel on a swivel fastened to legs of furniture.
(7) trip—B: To actuate a mechanism; as, to trip a circuit-breaker. Old French treper.
(8) gouge—A: To scoop out with a chisel-like tool. French, from Late Latin gubia, perhaps of Celtic origin.
(9) epoxy—D: synthetic resin, from which strong adhesive and many other products are made.
(10) transverse—C: Crosswise; going from side to side. Latin transvertere (to turn across).
(11) auger—D: Drill shaped like a corkscrew for boring holes. Old English =Agar (tool for piercing wheel hubs).
(12) disassemble—C: To take apart; as, to disassemble the light fitting. Latin air-(apart) and assemble.
(13) immerse—B: To plunge into, so as to cover completely; as, to immerse a roller in paint, Latin immergere.
(14) grummet, grommet—C: Eyelet of metal or plastic, through which a cord may be passed, as on a tarpaulin. French &former (to curb).
(15) sprocket—C: One of the toothlike points on the rim of a wheel that engage with the links of a chain ; as, to replace a bicycle’s sprocket-wheel.-Origin unknown.
(16) dowel—D: Peg fitting tightly into a hole to keep two pieces of wood or metal in proper relative position. Middle English from Middle Low German dovel.
(17) gasket—A: Leakproofing seal, such as a flat sheet of metal, rubber or paper placed between two surfaces; as, the cylinder-head gasket of a car. Perhaps from obsolete gassit, from French garcette (little girl, thin rope).
(18) bobbin—B: Spool from which thread, yarn, wire, etc, is unwound as wanted, especially reel that holds thread for a sewing-machine. French bobiner (to wind).
(19) corrode—A: To rust ; as, “The contact points in a car’s distributor sometimes corrode.” Latin corrodere (to gnaw away).
(20) flashing—D: Weatherproofing, usually a strip of metal, used to seal angles and corners of a roof, especially round a chimney. Dialect flash (seal with lead sheets).
20-19 correct excellent
18-16 correct good
15-14 correct fair
When I was 10 years old I had an awful nightmare, one that I can remember as plainly today as I did then. I dreamed that I was with two other boys and we were making a ‘den’ in the ground on a construction site where a new bowling alley was being built. The hole had been partly dug for us already by the workmen but we were using spades to make it deeper. Then disaster struck. The earth caved in on us and I remember in my dream screaming for help, though I was choking on the soft mud. Everything was black and damp. I was struggling for my life, managing to break the surface with one hand. Then my mother woke me up and calmed me, while I told her everything about my dream.
On the following day the real thing happened – not to me but to three other boys who were digging a den on a site that was going to become a bowling alley. Those three boys died when the earth caved in on them – and one of the boys was found with his hand protruding from the ground.
Ten years after that incident we moved house, and discovered that our next door neighbour had lost his, grandson in that very tragedy. Could this be a ‘mere’ coincidence?
But an even stranger experience was to come: a friend and I went to Southsea seafront one evening to play in the amusement arcade. We stayed there from about 8 p.m. to around midnight, but when I arrived home my mother said, ‘That was quick – you’ve only been gone a minute!’ What do you mean,’ I retorted, `I’ve been out for four hours.’ But she stared at me in amazement and told me that ‘I’ had been back from Southsea for over an hour and had even taken the dog for a walk. ‘I’ had, apparently, walked into our kitchen, spoken quite naturally to her and even sat down to eat my supper. Shortly afterwards ‘I’ had decided to take the dog for a walk and had just gone out when the real me walked in. Could it be that as my double walked out it re-entered my body as it stood on the doorstep?
Our family had another psychic experience; it happened when we had been living in our council house for 10 years. One night when I was in bed I felt what seemed like a hand grabbing my leg. It seemed to squeeze tight for about a minute before finally letting go. At the time I just dismissed it as a dream and thought no more of it. But the following night I felt as if some invisible person were trying to strangle me. I felt petrified – it seemed so unreal. The hands let go of my throat eventually. I decided not to tell the rest of my family because I didn’t want to scare them.
But it kept happening and in the end I felt I had to tell my parents about it. Then my mother said she had been experiencing weird ‘cold spots’ in the house. The last straw came when my mother saw a little girl holding a doll at the foot of her bed. Unknown to me at the time, my mother went to see a medium who came to the house and twirled some beads around, saying she could ‘feel a presence’. She told my mother it was the spirit of a little girl who had died of asthma. She then pointed to a cabinet that my mother had bought from a second-hand furniture dealer, saying that the little girl couldn’t be sent to the ‘other side’ because that used to be her toy cupboard and this was the link holding her spirit on earth. The medium said that this little girl’s soul used to put her arms around my neck because she wanted to be cuddled. She told my mother to burn the cabinet so that the little girl’s spirit could be released from its earthly ties. And after we destroyed the cabinet we had no more experience of spirits in our house.
All of these stories are true: I have not added anything and have tried to make the facts as unsensational as possible.
After reading Mrs D. Parish’s letter in issue 10 of The Unexplained, I remembered having a similar dream about marlboros.
One night when I was about 10 I had a brief dream about falling off a large boat and being cut to shreds by a huge propeller. A week later I had essentially the same dream, but this time it was more vivid and detailed.
One evening my father announced that we were going on a boating holiday on a canal in the Brecon Beacons (a Welsh beauty spot). Then that evening I had the dream again; it was very clear and short. I had no further dreams of that nature- until the day we went on holiday. On the first night afloat I had the same dream.
Next day we came to a large lock. As the boat entered it one of my brothers let go of one of the ropes. Afraid of it being caught up in the propeller I seized the rope, falling into the water as I did so and being dragged through it as the boat went further and further into the lock. Just as the gates were closing I released the rope. A second longer and I would have been crushed between the lock gates.
I believe this incident had a direct connection with my dreams. I also believe that dreams can be like time transporters that can take your mind into the future or back into the past.
Let me first of all say how much I enjoy your magazine and the high quality of the articles.
I was therefore extremely surprised to see the figures quoted for the density of the Earth and the Moon (issue 36, page 720). The average density of the Earth is 340 pounds per cubic foot (5520 kilograms per cubic metre), and that of the Moon is 210 pounds per cubic foot (3340 kilograms per cubic metre). All the figures quoted on page 720 are, in fact, a million times too small, both in pounds per cubic foot and kilograms.
We are grateful to Mr Davenport, and to Mr Newsome of Ossett, West Yorkshire, from whom we received a similar letter, for pointing out this error. It only remains for us to add the correct value for the density of the Moon’s surface rocks; this is 190 pounds per cubic foot (2960 kilograms per cubic metre).
If sheer volume of words were the most remarkable aspect of this case, we might never have heard about it. Yet more staggering were the variety and quality of what Patience Worth wrote. She composed poems, novels and plays. One of her full-length novels, Hope Trueblood, was published in England under the name ‘Patience Worth’, with no explanation of the bizarre circumstances surrounding its composition. It won acclaim from the totally unsuspecting critics and public alike.
Hope Trueblood was a highly emotional tale of the life and trials of an illegitimate child, set in Victorian England. The Sheffield Independent commented favourably. ‘ The Yorkshire Post, a little more ambiguously, remarked that ‘the writer, whose first work this is, harks back to the time in which the Brontes wrote, in order to portray in a form so exactly appropriate the biography of a brat. . .
Patience’s epic ‘Golden Age’ poem Telka contained 6o,000 words and made astonishingly accurate use of Middle English phraseology. Her book The sorry tale told in 325,000 words the story of a contemporary of Christ whose life ran parallel to his and who ended by being crucified beside him as one of the thieves. The sorry tale was written extremely rapidly — in an evening’s work of only two hours, Patience Worth could produce an average of 3000 words. In addition, no research was necessary. The details of social, domestic and political life in ancient Palestine and Rome, and the language and customs of Greeks, Arabians, Romans and several sects of Jews are rich and convincing. They could have been set down only by a highly knowledgeable scholar who had specialised in the history of the Middle East of 2000 years ago.
This could not have been Mrs Curran. She had been to Sunday School and that was the limit of her knowledge of the Bible lands.
She was not fond of reading and had finished her school education at about 15 years of age. She had never been abroad and, indeed, had rarely left St Louis. Until the appearance of Patience Worth she had concentrated her energies on being a housewife and an amateur singer of some talent. She knew little poetry and the verses she composed as an adolescent were no worse — but certainly no better — than those of any other girl of her age and background. One such work, entitled The secret tear, was written when she was 15. It began (with her own spelling reproduced):
I heard a voice whisper ‘go out and pray’
See how in the garden the fairies did play
So out I went in the fresh summer air
I spied a sweet rose and she was
But she hung her fair head, and her bright carmean cheek
Could not have been equaled so far as you’de seek
This is not the sort of juvenilia one would expect from the pen that was later to ‘write’ works described by the psychical researcher.
Henry Holt as ‘very close to masterpieces’. One might make out a case for Mrs Curran being a late developer but this seems unlikely in view of the sheer volume of literature produced through her that was of better than passable quality.
Naturally enough, ‘Patience Worth’ was intensively investigated by psychical researchers as well as academics. In 1929 Walter Franklin Prince, the Executive Research Officer of the Boston Society for Psychical Research, wrote a book, The case of Patience Worth, in which he detailed the investigations to which Mrs Curran had been subjected.
Prince, together with Charles E. Cory of Washington University, one Caspar S. Yost and other members of the Society, searched Mrs Curran’s house for books of esoteric knowledge that could have been incorporated, consciously or unconsciously, into such works as The sorry tale. They found none. They also noted that the few books of poetry in the Currans’ meagre library were unthumbed, and in one the pages were uncut. (Mrs Curran firmly believed that Tennyson’s famous poem The lady of Shalott was called The lady of Charlotte.)
The investigators tested Mrs Curran’s ability to write in her own persona by asking her to produce short stories and poetry. These reveal a style that might be expected from a housewife unused to putting her thoughts on paper. Her personality shows through sufficiently to make any connection with the serious Quaker attitudes of Patience Worth seem positively ridiculous.
Other incidents concerning communications from Patience reveal significant gaps in Mrs Curran’s education and reading. For example, a Roman Catholic archbishop in the St Louis area had been preaching that if spirits returned after death, they were ‘emissaries of the Evil One’. Mrs Curran asked Patience her views on the subject:
At once Patience had this to say: ‘I say me, who became apparent before the Maid? Who became a vision before Bernadette? No less than the Mother; yet they have lifted up their voices saying the dead are in his [the devil's] keeping.’ This last about the dead gave us the clue to what she referred, though we had no idea of what she meant by the rest. Looking up the matter the next day we found that Bernadette Soubirous was the Maid of Lourdes. . . .