ught, and it was not some scheme for adding to her
wardrobe, or the furnishings of her house, that formed the subject
of her meditations. Perhaps the days are not past when the Lord
speaks to a soul "in a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep
sleep falleth upon men." Mrs. Williams was not a nervous woman, full
of strange fancies, and her dreams heretofore had been passed by as
idle phantasies of the brain, but the remarkable and solemn one of
the previous night could not be so dismissed, and like one of old,
her "spirit was troubled."

In her dream, the day had come for her to die, and leave her busy
work for evermore. She could recall it all most vividly, the flash of
surprise, the anguish, the feeling that she was not ready, the swift
searching of her heart to find her hope, the feeble despairing cry,
Oh Christ, forgive me! the weeping friends, not heeded in the
all-absorbing thoughts, "What is this? Where am I going?"

Then the sinking away, the last gasp, and eternity opened! In the
distance there dawned upon her vision the glory of the city, the
golden gates, the crowns, the harps, the white-robed throng, the
wonderful music thrilling her soul. As she tremblingly approached
the gate, her heart gave a bound, for that kingly One could be no
other than Christ the Lord, the one she loved years ago before the
world got hold of her. Surely he would recognise her; but when she
timidly ventured nearer, and spoke his name, there was no smile of
welcome, no "Come, ye blessed;" the look was cold, the face averted.
In tears and agony she begged an angel to open the gates and let her
in. When he asked her whence she came, and by what right she hoped to
enter, she murmured out that she belonged to Christ's church when she
was on earth. Then he bade her come with him. He lifted a veil and
said, "Look!"

There were rooms filled with beauty, opening into each other, and
stretching off into the distance. There was rich furniture, carpets
of softest velvet covered the floors, mirrors and paintings filled
the walls; there were exquisite vases of delicate tints and graceful
forms, finest statuary, innumerable and endless articles of
ornamentation, and, lying about in rich profusion, were costly silks
and glittering satins and rare laces; jewellery flashed out here and
there; diamonds and pearls and all precious gems in beautiful
settings, novels in costly binding, food delicate and tempting in
abundance and variety. "It was fo