Litchfield enquirer., 1854-09-14
NisceiiaQy.

xUOug0CS IO1 C40 1ulHK01.-N0s IL Listen !! soul voices whisper thee voices out of the dream world, full o' meaning if thou cans't receive it-i' earth's din be not too loud in thine ear. The scenes following passed verify through human mind, not in usual som. nial rocess, but as mystic phencmena oI the intellectual powers exalted by disease "a disease which strangely liberates the spiritual from the material organism, SC that the former works in a sphere stretch. ing itself by half iss diameter within the shadows of eternity. !"
 The figure of the "Christ- Child" was no doubt suggested by familiarity with German ideas. Phantasms of the pure psycbal vision, cmbody themselves a, will, in forms that may even casually have entered the mind. The soul to whom in mid realm Of conscious thought between this life and the other, God opened these sweet tru,hs-had never. in health and awake, peDned two lines of verse. For years she was the victim of inexpressible suffering. during which her mental facul> ties were greatly exalted. The Christ Child' is but lighter specimen of their peculiar utterances. CLEPsYDRA. THE DREAM OF THE CHiRIsT-CnILD. In my dream, child apparently about ten yeats old stood at tlle foot of my bed, clothed in white raiment ;shis soft brown hsrr hung in wavy cu'ls about his shoul. de,s. and upon his head he wore atadiant crown of strange form--a shining wreaih like braided sunbeams, gleaming. flash. ing. piercing to the Inmost soul of the beholuer. Beneath this fiery crown Of ,horns. the face of the child looked calmly up-fall of peace and strength and rest. There was no look of what we call joy but the yladness of immortality. the fullness of Divine Life.
 Presently he raised one hand-Uhe other was resting upon my bed,) and pointing to the crown. chanted in sweet low voice tue following words
 A circlet round is tightly bound
 My curling locks above;
 The hand of scorn did twine each ihofn=-
 Mans scorn shows forth Gods love.
 Sharp doth it press it's keen distress
 Into my aching head;
 My brow forlorn each point hath .orn--
 Behold how it doth bleed
 My feet and hands with cruel bands
 My enemies con6n'd5
 With vile rebuf, and acourgings rough.
 My mis'ry they design'd.
 My shrinking Irarns to heap with shame
 They naird upon the cross
 Through bIindness, they God s son did slay
 TReirs wss the sharte and loss.
 Oh. weary heart that oft doth start
 With fears and mortal dread, At the ferre pains thy God ordains- Walk where ney feet did tread. In filial love trust God above
 Trust him in all thy need. Believe the woId speak; the Lord Each tiniest thing doth heed. Learn to De siil-to bear Gods will
 To Gcf, or to endure.
 Oh! say and Jesl He doeih well,
 My trust in Him is sure"
 Oh! human soul. for whom died,
 When heavily thy heart is tried
 With pain, that doth thy guest abide
 Till flesh and spirit falter-
 Think of the love bear to thee!
 Think that died and liue for thee
 Knop that my hand sustaineth thee! } | Fear not Christ doth noe alter.
 His attitude of perfect stiffness wa unchanged until he came 10 the words "Oh! weary heart that oft doth star'," then, clasping his hands and bendln ; forwards li.lls, as one does when speak ing most earnestly, he chanted the re maining portion in tones of increasm : sweetness and power; the deep harmon of pure and holy spiril--tender. wit human sympathy --strong. with all-su' ! taining power-rich, with the gloly { Divine Love. And when the song WI ] finished, the Child did not jude elowl away. but instantly disappcared--leayin . upon my heart . sense of ,barmoniOv peace. . aa 0slHteg