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glory of God. Let me lie down in the grave and hide 

 me from the persecution of the Infinite, for end I see 

 there is none.' And from all the listening stars that 

 shone around issued a choral voice, ' The man speaketh 

 truly ; end there is none that ever yet we heard of ! ' 

 4 End is there none ? ' the angel solemnly demanded ; 

 4 is there indeed no end ? And is this the sorrow that 

 fills you ? ' But no voice answered, that he might 

 answer himself. Then the angel threw up his glorious 

 hands to the heaven of heavens, saying, 4 End is there 

 none to the Universe of God ? Lo ! also, there is no 

 beginning.' ' 



It is stated by Miss Mary Proctor (in her Half- 

 Hours with the Summer Stars) that possibly this noble 

 dream suggested to her father, the late Richard A. 

 Proctor, the poem entitled Voices of the Suns, which 

 begins : 



I watched the depths of darkness infinite 

 Bestrewn with stars, till dreaming I beheld 

 From out the mystic realms beyond my ken 

 A star come forth with even gliding rush. 



A footnote to the poem read : " Lines suggested by 

 four lectures on astronomy." At the conclusion of 

 one of those lectures (" Star Depths ") Proctor recited 

 44 Richter's Dream." 



I once heard Mr. Richard Kerr give a powerfully 

 dramatic recital of the 44 Dream " at the end of a 

 lecture on " The Splendours of the Heavens." His 

 audience was a Sunday evening one, mostly of young 

 men and women, some of whom seemed disposed to 

 frivolity when Mr. Kerr began to talk of Sirius and 

 Orion and of the Pleiades. But in time a change fell 

 upon them, and I shall never forget the deafening 



