I GIVE below the dream of an aged and much beloved believer in Christ, whose bodily feebleness has for many years laid her aside from ordinary Christian privileges. It is given in her own words as related to me by herself; and I shall not soon forget the savor of that moment to my own spirit:—
“I sat in my little room, quiet and alone, when my door was opened and a visitor entered, with a most heavenly countenance, and took his seat at my little table. I looked at him, and said to myself, He looks like one who knows the presence of God.' After we had sat a few moments, and exchanged some words of spiritual intercourse together, I said, Excuse me, but I have not the pleasure of knowing you,' when he replied, with emphasis and feeling, 'Oh, yes, you do.' Again we sat a little longer, and again I said, do not know you.' He replied as before, "Yes, you do.' He then rose to leave me, and raised his hands, as if to bless me, and lo! they were pierced hands! I instantly exclaimed, My Lord and my God!' and my Visitor was gone.”