Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1903-07-10

had elaSp-d the loved ones 10 my breast,
and / had caught their falling tears on
INV forehead. The air had been bur
dened with the last farewells, and hearts
were sad as the curtain fell and the
windows Of the soul were closed forever.
From that sad presence | at once passed
Into the presence of the watehman at
the gate. I knocked, aud asked adj
mission, but the gate opened not.
Rather came the unexpected question,
"Who are your answered, "John
Stuart Clay of Boston, near Cambridge,
in the shadow of Bunker Hill, belonging
TO the Commonwealth of Massachusetts"
"By what title claim you admittance in
TO heaven this day. we're the words
which next struck upon my ears. My
reply was, "an LII d., recently given
me by DIR. Elliot, and the trustees OF
Old Harvard, in consideration of a
million dollars gift, which ! gained by
taking advantage of bear market.
Such great acumen aud skill and fore
sight they said was worthy recognition.
Surely Old Harvard has standing here
which cannot be called in question.
Why, sir, she is one of the pillars of this
establishment of yours. Her ear marks
must pass me without question" But
| was doomed to greater surprise than
before, for without hesitancy he said
"No, you cannot enter here. There is
but one way to pass these walls. They
cannot be scaled, or undermined. lie
who enters, passes through this gate
only by my permission. You do not
seem to possess the password. Your
LII ID. is useless, and the badge of
Harvard College gives you no special
rights. Yon may sit with kings OF
earth, but you cannot even sit at the feet
of the Master in heaven without Other
claims" And once more in passing
sorrowfully away | fell, and again awok'
to hear the clock strike four.
But once again l slept, and as befor
| dreamed, that | was simply countr
editor, and as usual / died in poverty
barely having enough to keep the darlin
e wife and children from the poor house
Sad indeed was the parting, and broke
1 hearts would not be comforted, and tn
tears fell like rain. But said goodby,
r and crossed the river to the other shore
y leaving as last benediction for tn
:. poor beloved, devout "God bless an
q keep YOU" This time was surprise
4 to find S. Peter at the gate as thong
{ he had been notified to watch for M
IS He took me by the hand, and looked
t. sweet benediction into my soul, but sal
d no word. Kneeling at his feet I sal
n "Be merciful to me, sinner; l a.
h Eddie Smith, editor of the Briervil
n News, and | have died of starvatio
= 1t took all could earn to feed my wi
p and babies, while l went hungry. l d
,e not waste my money in drink, or Tobacco
1t or gambling. | had my paper tell as fe
lies as possible and maintained /
,e spectacle standing with my fellow &c
t. tors. l tried in my little way to he
70 the people of the town, lift them up
q little, and broaden their views of lii
,e Can you not find just little corner fl
me, somewhere where l can rest an
I'd wait for the loved ones left behind?
he you can l will be grateful No VOL
al escaped his lips, but he lifted me to II
| feet, and led me to the gate, which
Ill our approach opened wide, to close on
he after we had passed to the other sic
en- And there l heard the music of the
of lestial spheres; l beheld the glory
at eternal perfection; | was surrounded
Ike the ever fragrant flowers; l was in t
ry midst of joy and happiness, like to
". ocean without shore; heard the ang
zee singing at is the New Jerusalem >
ed heard voice say, "You tried to
pc your duty in humble way; you did /
elk claim much Or imagine yourself gres
at you was not a LII d., nothing but
no country editor. Behold this is your
ed ward" And | awoke to the glad s,
lat light of new day and to hear the clio
,ly strike six.