Preface 



art-teachers ; but where I have consciously 

 borrowed from him, I have said so. These 

 papers are left in charge of a friend for 

 publication. 



FORBES WATSON. 



The pen fell from the hand of my friend 

 when he had written the foregoing lines. 

 Within two days he was taken "home" to 

 his "Father's house" This short interval 

 was filled with intense suffering, save only 

 during a brief sleep, when the flowers of 

 which he had been writing, and which loving 

 hands brought to blossom near his bed, haunted 

 with their beauty and perfume the unsleeping 

 sense of the imagination, and lured him 

 through enchanted fields, where in his dream 

 he saw vision after vision of an unutterable 

 glory of floral splendour. The ecstasy of his 

 delight in that dream abode with him, and 

 lifted a bright light over the few hours of 

 agony that intervened ere he slept again in 

 the peace of Death. He believed a foretaste 

 had been given him of " that which remaineth 

 for them that love God" that He whose 

 dying lips were touched with gall had given 



him a sweeter anodyne in his brief agony. 

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