“Well, I have always been kind to 
my wife and children and have lived 
a good, moral life, and have not in- 
tentionally wronged any, of my fellow- 
men.” 
“What kind of a place do you think 
heaven is, and what do they do there ?”’ 
“Well, I think there is no sin nor 
sorrow there. It must be a happy 
place, and I think they sing there a 
good deal.” 
Turning to Rev. 1: 5, I said, “Yes, 
they do sing there, and I will just 
read you one of the songs they sing: 
‘Unto Him who loved us and washed 
us from our sins in His own blood.’ 
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gift of God. Not of works, lest any 
man should boast.’ Eph. 2: 8, 9.” 
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man to walk, but some strange strength was supplied 
him, and without stopping to rest he kept on. The 
village was reached. Through the main street he 
trudged, then into the narrow cross street, and made to 
the shop of ‘Devil John,’ the blacksmith. 
“Father Brown!” he exclaimed, in great amaze- 
ment: ‘‘what are you doing here, and so early in the 
morning?”’ 
The old man answered: ‘‘That’s just what I’ve 
come to tell you. Let’s go inside, where I can sit 
down, for I am tired.” ; 
Together they went into the shop, and when seated 
the old man said: ‘‘John, I had a dream last night, 
and I’ve come to tell you about it. I dreamed that 
the hour I have thought about so much and tried to 
keep ready for so long was come. It was my time 
to die. And it was just like I thought it was going 
to be; for it was just as the Lord promised it should 
be. 1 wasn’t the least bit afraid. How could I be? 
My room was full of angels, and they all spoke to 
me, and | loved them, and know they loved me. 
Then some of them stopped and slipped their arms 
under me, and away we went. Beyond the hills and 
beyond the clouds we mounted through the starry 
skies. O, how they sang! I never heard anything 
like it in my life. On we swept, and on, till one 
of them said. ‘Look vonder. now, there’s heaven!’ 
“O, John, I can’t tell you how I felt when I was 
in sight of heaven; nor can I tell you what | saw 
when I looked. I don’t believe any one could tell 
it. It was so peaceful, so beautiful, so pure, and so 
glorious! As we drew nearer, I saw the gates swing- 
ing open, and with even faster wing than we had come 
we swept through them into the city. Such a wel- 
come! Welcome from everybody. All so glad, every 
hill seemed robed in gladness; it was in the fragrance 
of the flowers, in the music of every harp, in the song 
of every tongue, in the grasp of every hand; gladness 
everywhere, because I had come. Why, they made over 
me like I was somebody, when I was only a poor 
sinner saved by Jesus’ blood. I found all my chil- 
dren there—not one of then: lost—my boy that you 
used to be with and play with so much when you 
went to school together, was there; and your old 
mother, who was in my classes when I went to school. 
