A ragged boy clambers onto a stage to ask a magician a favor. The magician transforms the boy into an umbrella and takes the boy to his home, where he prepares a magical feast for the boy's mother and sick sister.
It's Walter Booth at his most Melies-like, with a bit of social commentary in it. If you can call spirits from the vasty deep, how about calling up a decent meal for me mum? It's quite unusual for an early British film-maker. Most of them were more concerned that gypsies would steal their babies, or poachers would shoot their grouse.
The wizard of the title is uncredited. I like to think it's Booth, who had begun as a stage magician and hadn't lost the common touch.