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 housed This short interval 



was filled with intense sufferings save only 



during a brief sleepy when the flowers of 



which he had been writings and which loving 



hands brought to blossom near his bed^ hauyited 



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. 



vi 



