The daily citizen. [volume] (Asheville, N.C.) 1889-1890, 1889-08-30

Editor S1tlZen Il never was much Su
perstitiOus. thought | had gone deer
enough into dreams to fathom their cause
found by that study, particularly by
practical demonstration, the power and
scope of the human mind. 1t was proven
to me beyond doubt that,
I'm a dream a moment long
We sometimes live for years"
found that could continue a pleas.
ant dream if aroused from sleep before its
completion, although the break should be
made several times, and knew how tO
stop the continuance of disagreeablc
dream. Yes, thought | knew it all
But what am now going to relate con.
vinCed me that must keep on learning
1t was about the first of August 1888
when every member of my family, as far
as could see, was i'll perfect health, that
| took my seat as usual in my easy chair
III the sitting room. One can look from
that room through front window to
the Strcct-Chestnut street. Ny mind
was at case. and fell to sleep. think
was unconscious not more than thirty
seconds, when, during that short inter,
val, looked through the window, and
saw a two horse wagon roll down the
street, and stop near the gate in front OF
the house. Then two men stepped from
he wagon, drew coffin from the rear
end, brought it through the gateway OH
TO the porch toward the door, when it
disappeared because it had left my line OF
vision through the window. then
thought called out to the two men i'll
excitement: "Don't bring that coffin in
here; don't want it; take it away"
Then | awoke, and, behold, it was a
dream.
About ten days after that, my daugh-
ter Mary, who was in her twenty-first
year, and who had always been healthy,
fell sick of fever The doctor was i'm
mcdiatclv called in, but III spite of his
skill and constant attention, she died OH
the 9th. An undertaken came to pre-
pare her for the funeral. He decided that
it would be better not to put the body in
the coffin till the next day just before the
hour for the funeral.
Well, was in the sitting room next
morning where had the dream, and, on
hearing the rattle of wagon in the
street in front of the house, looked
through the window just as it stopped
near the gate, and | saw two men take
the coffin from the wagon, and bringit in
as saw in my dream nearly four weeks
before.
What caused that dream? Nobodvcan
answer, and will have to study deeper
INTO the mystery of dreams.
Then why, just day before yesterday,
on the sad anniversary of her death,
should |, for the first time, cast my eyes
on the following appropriate lines when
the subject was not i'll mind?
A year in Heaven for her. What is she learn
of holy things, of things divine and true?
What glorious visions there are still unfold
ing
Which here she never knew?
Did angel friends await her at her coming?
Did angel faces greet her with smile?
Were all the dear ones eager to receive her
Whom she had lost for awhile?
A year on earth for us without her presence ;
year of loneliness and grief and pain:
But still we smile amid our tears in thinking
Our loss is but her gain.
We miss her in our JOYS and in our sorrows;
She was our life, our center and our sun;
And yet we would not call her back, but
whisper,
20, Cod thy will be donep'
For heaven and earth are very close together
Though she is there, she is not far away;
She could not leave the dear ones, loved so
fondly.
Even in Heaven to stay!
But still her spirit, like guardian angel,
Is bending Der us with her own fond care
And sometimes she brings Heaven so very
near us
We almost think we're there.
A year in Heaven for her, of rest and blcs ing
For us year on earth with her above;
But Heaven and earth are both together
blending,
And over all is Love,
The lines above express my creed al
though people call me an "inhdel."
T. Z. WEsTALL.