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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. 



T!he 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 housed '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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