1798 in Paris, at the Capucines convent Robertson
advances towards the public:
“Ladies, gentlemen
What will happen in a few moments before your eyes
N' is not a frivolous spectacle
It is designed for the man who thinks
For the philosopher who likes to get lost for a moment
Between the tombs
It is also a spectacle useful to man
Who lets himself be transported by the strange aspect
Of imagination
When it brings together strength
And transgression
The magic lantern
I want to talk about the terror
Who inspires the shadows
Characteristics, spells and occult works
Magic
This terror that almost all men
have experienced in their childhood
And that some still carry within them
The magic lantern
Citizens, I am not one of these adventurers and charlatans
Who promise more than they can keep
I have promised to raise the dead, and I will raise them.
Those who wish to see a dear person appear
must only speak
I will obey every order. »

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