The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1891-08-11
DREAMS FROM GOD.
Experiences from the Heavenly World--
Why Dreams May Mean
Something.


There may not be anything in a
name, and dreams may be the result Of
an unsettled StOmach-and there may
be something in a name and dreams
may be sent to us direct from God.
IdOn't know, and it is not my pur-
pose at this time to try to throw any
new light on these mOOted questions,
| but to simply record some experiences
in Dreamland. The reader can take
them for what they are worth,
\ young man who lives in North
! Carolina, and a warm friend Of mine,
married some eight years ago. Talk
ing with him not long since he told me
that he had a wonderful experience to
tell me. This is what he told:
PATHETIC STORY.
You know" he began slowly, L
have now been married about eight
| years. My wife is the best and sweet
est WOma in the world, and We are
just as happy as We an be under the
circumstances. ! say under the cir
cumstances, because already We have
i'll yOLder cemetery, sleeping beneath
the green grass and weeping willows,
two sweetlittle babeS-oUr only earthly
| treasures"
Here his eyes became filled with
tears and wiping them away he on
tinued, when my wife and [ were
married it was the one desire of our
| heart that the Lord would give Is sOme
children to cheer us now and bless us
in III old age.
1--WE had been married two years
when q pretty, sweet baby boy was
born to us. We gave him his fathers
name and almost idOIized the little fell
low, When he began to tOttle about
| and talk he was, oh so interesting, but
before he was two years old he was
stricken with diphtheria, and on the
ninth day we gathered around his lit
tie crib and saw the grim monster who
knows no mercy cruelty choke our
dear babe to DEATH
Once more my friend found it neces-
sary to dry his eyes and then he re
sumed:
When the little fellow drew his last
breath and his heart ceased to beat, it
almost broke my heart, and his poor
mother, falling by his crib, prayed for
God to let her die also.
I'VE would not allow him to be
placed in his coffin until the third day,
for we thought that possibly he might
not be really dead and would breathe
again.
But he never, and when we noticed
that his little grey eyes were sinking
in his head we followed the funeral
bier to the little open grave i'll the
cemetery and saw the little casket
covered with earth.
Bye and bye there appeared an
other little stranger at our house. It
was a beautiful girl babe with golden
hair and soft blue eyes, and soon the
closed window blinds were thrown
open and the pariOr again busted, and
we were happy once more. \ SWeeter
or prettier babe was EVE born than
our little Emma, and she was the pride
Of her fathers heart and the JOY of her
ulCJher'S life. When she was a few
days over three years old she was
taken sick.
1t was last summer and the hOrrid
fever seized her, and after calling and
crying for water four weeks an angel
came down from heaven with an extra
pair of white wings, and handing them
to our little Emma, her sweet sOultOOk
its flight, and again we had another
child to bury. There was another
vacant chair at our table, and Emma's
voice was hushcd forever!
I'VE buried her by the side of little
| Willie, and | thought dear wife would
| grieve herself to death. Igrew desper-
| ate and declared openly and in public
that God was not juSt-that he was
killing my children because He did not
love me I refused to attend church
and stopped reading my Bible.
Zone night I went to bed with a
heavy heart. | had been grieviDg
more than usual about our children.
[ had a dream and it may be foolish for
me to think so, but [ believe Willie
| and Emma sent that dream to me, and
now | am a better man because | be-
lieve it.
I'm my dream it~appeared that ! was
more than fifty years Old; my head
was frosted for the grave and trouble
was killing me. Willie was nearly
| thirty years old and in prisOn-in a
few days to be hanged for mUrGGr and
Emma had married q gambler and
drunkard, and her life was II most
miserable. l went to have a last fare
we'll talk with Willie, in his cell, and
when [ came back home Emma was
| there by the bedside of herpOOr mother,
who was dying with a broken heart.
She told us thai when we were dead
She intended to leave her brutal hus-
band and try to make an honest living
for herself and children.
And then [ woke. and kneeling by
| the bedside I thanked God that it was
all a dream. l woke wife up and we
cried over it, and although our house
is dark, lonesome and cheerless, we
are happy in the thought that our two
| children are angels in heaven and free
from all possible trouble in this wilder
ness of woe"
A MERCHANTS DREAM.
4 merchant in Mississippi told me
| his story.