An Extract.
“OF a truth,” said a dying Fijian, “God is with me. Great is my pain, but this pain of mine is not worthy to be compared with the good things which the Lord will give me on the right hand of His lordly throne. Near now is the time of my going.” But he breathed gently. Then he opened his eyes, and, lifting up his hand, said, “Weep not! weep not! Why are you weeping?”
“We are weeping,” said one, “because of your death.”
“Weep not for me,” he said, “weep for yourselves. As for me, I live. The Lord and His angels are hastening to take me with them. Yet once more will I speak. Be earnest in religion. While I was in health I believed that which is told us in the Bible, and thence came to me pardon for all my sing. I read of heaven in the Bible, and believed it; and now today shall I look with mine eyes upon the things that I believed, though I saw them not―those things that Paul speaks of, wherein he tells of heaven and my Saviour. Now I am going to possess them all. Do you not see the Lord? Look! This house is full of angels. My Saviour is hastening me away. Farewell. Great is my love to you.”