'4 - -, • . • t^r^f' \ I la^' DUKE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY The Glenn Negley Collection of Utopian Literature MUre ^ Digitized by the Internet Arciiive in 2010 with funding from Duke University Libraries http://www.archive.org/details/beyondbournreporOOfisk BY THE SAME AITHOR. fllMJMuobt ZnUie at tbc Club. Iteported by Amos K. Fiske. Ifi mo. Vellum clo., gilt top (uniform with " Beyond the Bourn "j, $1.00. "A very striking and suggestive little book, full of wis dom and thoughtfulness, and a serene insight Into the deeper thinga of hit'."— Charleston (S. C.) News and Courier. t "Keen Insight, clear dlseerninent, strong convictions and distinct Individuality of thought. He has the happy faculty of looking at things from various sides, and of making the subject dlsclo.se that It luw different sides, all worthy of consideration. . . Attractive to thos(» who wish to be nourished through their Intidllgence rather than thnmgh their prejudlc<'8. . . Thoughtful i)eople will find much In this volume to repay careful, quiet reading atul to all such we commend It."— The Christian Union, y. 1'. FORDS, HOWARD, €i HULBERT, 30 Lafayette Place, New York City. Beyond the Bourn IReports OF A TRAVELLER RETURNED FROM **THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY'' SUBMITTED TO THE WORLD BY AMOS K. FISKE Author of " Midnight Talks at The Club " NEW YORK FORDS, HOWARD, & HULBERT 1891 Copyright in 1891 By AMOS K. FISKB Prefatory Note. The manuscript, from which the bulk of this volume is made up, came into the hands of the present editor nearly eigh- teen years ago. He was doubtful, then, whether the world was ready to give heed to the revelation which it purported to contain. He is not certain yet. Dur- ing that long period this strange account of a disembodied experience has been" submitted in confidence to more than one competent judge of the expediency of publication, but not until recently had the response been encouraging. At last the editor feels justified in discharging himself of the responsibility implied in the acceptance of a manuscript intrusted to him in the evident expectation that sooner or later he would give it to the world. iv Prefatory Note. If it contains any message to mankind of which mankind feels the need, it will doubtless be listened to. If not, it may- be allowed to pass unheeded, like those weird utterances, which the dazed mind fails to grasp, of " Airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores and desert wildernesses." AMOS K. FISKE. New York, March, 1891. CONTENTS. PAGE I. THE STRANGER AND HIS MANUSCRIPT, . . I II. A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH, . . . . H III. IN THE OTHER WORLD, 30 IV. " THE LIFE INDEED," 47 V. THE SECRET OF GROWTH, 58 VI. DISCOURSE OF A HEAVENLY SAGE, ... 67 VII. LIFE ON A DISTANT SPHERE, . 81 CONTENTS. PAGE VIII. PROGRESS OF A PERFECT RACE, . . . 103 IX. THE HIGHER MORALS AND RELIGION, . . 121 X. SPIRIT RELATIONSHIP AND ACHIEVEMENT, . I47 XL SNATCHED FROM THE HEAVENLY LIFE, . . I72 XII. man's revelation to man, ... 184 Beyond the Bourn I. THE STRANGER AND HIS MANUSCRIPT. It was in the summer of 1873 that I took my wife and infant child and left the great, hot city of New York to find refreshment for body and mind in a quiet retreat in the country. We did not go to watering place or popular resort, but sought out a little inland nook not far from the Hudson River, where we were completely shut off from all hint of the busy metropolis and the cares and labors that we had left behind, and gave our- selves up to a four weeks' revel in the joys of the green summer time. The place was a bit of a farm, on a brown and dusty road which slipped 2 BEYOND THE BOURN. away from the great higliways of steam- boat and locomotive into a secluded val- ley, a patchwork of pasture, field and woodland, kept always green by one garrulous stream and many rills which fed it from the mists on the mountains. I had known the house and its mistress from boyhood, and found there what I wanted, simple fare and complete free- dom. There were two or three others of kindred tastes who passed some summer weeks at the place and gave the good woman, in return for healthful hospital- ity, a little surplus of money to carry her through the winter. Among these visitors in that particular summer was one I had not seen before. We found him there when we came, but received no introduction, and he kept himself a stranger in the little hostelry. He was the most mysterious human be- ing I ever met : tall and well forined, with a face that was hardly handsome, but had a fascinating quality that led one to look at him often and long. He bore himself THE STRANGER'S MANUSCRIPT. 3 as one having no part with company into which he was thrown. His dark hair fell carelessly over a white brow, and his eyes had a far-away look which showed that his thoughts were seldom with his body or its surroundings. Htj appeared hardly conscious that he was an object of attention, and if spoken to, which rarely happened, seemed to be recalled from a revery which he would rather had not been disturbed. On the side of his neck and forehead were some large scars in which a slight inflammation furnished almost the only flush of color about his countenance. When forced to speak, it was in a low, quiet tone, with the least touch of impatience at being drawn from his communion with the far-off world in which he seemed to live. He seldom smiled, and then in a pensive way that provoked no responsive smile, but had rather a depressing effect. Once or twice I tried to call him out with a question or a statement about the affairs of the world beyond our little retreat. He lis- 4 BEYOND THE BOURN. tened respectfully, but with no sign of interest in the subject, and in his answers gave evidence that these matters never occupied his thoughts. For my own part I love social converse, and, when withdrawn from the busy world and its exciting topics of news and of thought, am fond of talks on various themes, the wonders of nature about us, the great and manifold mysteries of the heavens over our heads, the thousand re- lations and obligations of the family of mankind in this life, and their probable destiny and relations hereafter. The mind will be busy ; and, when shut out from commerce, from politics, from all bustling affairs that distract it in our working weeks, what more wholesome subjects than these, for which we have little time save in the summer holiday? Then we can return to unwritten philoso- phy and poetry, which were wont to carry our dreaming youth above and beyond the world on wings of speculation. I could not forego my summer talk on THE STRANGER'S MANUSCRIPT. 5 these things,— my little disputations and discussions with our circle at table or around the evening porch, notwithstand- ing the somewhat chilling presence of the mysterious guest. Occasionally, when I queried about the mysteries of the unseen world, the life of the departed and the life to come to us all, he showed an inter- est in the conversation and would seem to be listening. As he glanced up now and then, the peculiar look of his eyes —the habitual air of remoteness, as if the soul had left looking from her windows and was musing on invisible scenes would disappear, and he seemed for the time to draw into our circle, though he spoke no word and made no response to what others said. The look of interest sometimes deepened to one almost of pity, as if there were things in his thoughts far deeper, higher and truer than those he heard, but things so un- utterable that it was useless to try to speak them. I began at last to regard this as 6 BEYOND THE BOURN'. the heart of his mystery. Some great experience, I thought, or a nature of unusual spirituality and strange insight into things unseen by others, has given him a cast of thought out of sympathy with our common life. His thoughts are not the thoughts of other men, and they are of a kind to make him silent and lonely among his fellows. Of the man's life I could learn nothing. In all his habits he was quiet and seclu- sive, and his reticence was of a kind that compelled respect. No one liked to question him. He had been attracted by the cottage and its romantic surround- ings in passing, early in the season, and asked permission to spend the summer there at whatever rate of compensation was right. He wished to be known as Mr. Jameson, merely, would give little trouble, and preferred to be left alto- gether to himself. His history like his character was a mystery, and none of us could penetrate it. The time drew near when we must give THE STRANGER'S MANUSCRIPT. 7 up our paradisian holiday and go back to the cares and business of the world. Our good landlady told us that on the day previous to our intended departure Mr. Jameson was going, but she knew not whither. On the evening before he was to go, I had wandered down the road, as I often did, and stood gazing into the deep and quiet heavens, while the drowsy babble of the brook and the faint whisper of the wind in the shrub- bery mingled in my ears, and carried my soul off into dreamy speculations. Sud- denly I was recalled from my revery by a touch on the arm, and found our strange friend, for so he had become in spite of his unsocial reticence, standing by me. *' I go away to-morrow," he said, *' and you, soon after. I know what you all think of me. I am a mystery to you and to all that see me, but I cannot help it. I live within myself because I can live in no other way. I have had an experience which perhaps ought to be made known, 8 BEYOND THE BOURN. but I cannot tell it in my own person. I I have found in you one nearer in sym- pathy with me than any I ever expected to meet in this world, and to you I have determined to intrust a crude record of this experience, which you may make known or not, as may seem to you best." With this, he handed me a roll of man- uscript, and became as silent as ever, as we walked quietly back to the cottage. When I rose in the morning he was gone. All his arrangements had been made on the previous evening and no one knew when or how he went. I examined the roll of manuscript and found it contained a narrative which the author had entitled, " A New Revelation." Since then the MS. has lain most of the time undisturbed in a drawer with other papers, though several times I have taken it out and gone over the strange tale, doubting whether the public w^ould take an interest in it, or whether the time were ripe for the sort of '' revelation " w^hich it THE STRANGER'S MANUSCRIPT 9 offered. Finally I have concluded that the only way to test these questions is to give the story to the world ; indeed I have felt under a sort of implied obligation to do so sooner or later, in accepting it from the hands of its author. If he has con- tinued in the land of the living — a point upon which I have never been able to obtain any light since that summer even- ing long past — he must have concluded that I did not consider it worth while to publish his " revelation." Perhaps he may have assumed that I had doubts of its genuineness and good faith ; but if so, he has never taken the trouble to reas- sure me on that point. I make no ques- tion at all of the reality of the experience narrated ; but as I have found it interest- ing to myself, and consider the speculations that are involved with it very suggestive, to say the least, I venture at last to have it put in print. And I do this, whether the great public, with its manifold occupations and diver- sions, shall give it the attention which 10 BEYOND THE BOURN. its lofty themes ought to command, or whether it shall permit the long buried MS, to sink into permanent obscurity. II. A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. A FEW years ago I was one of the hap- piest of men, in my domestic relations. My father, who was old while I was still quite young, had accumulated during a long and industrious life a goodly compe- tence, and we lived modestly but most comfortably in our home by one of the lovely lakes in the interior of New York State. I was always sensitive and shy, and my acquaintance beyond our own little circle was slight. The best of my education was obtained at a High School near by, but books, pictures and music always gave a degree of unpretentious refinement to our home and were a source of constant pleasure to me. I had a sister two years younger than myself, tender and affectionate, with a 12 BEYOND THE BOURN. fragile constitution which was calculated to awaken solicitude while it deepened at- tachment. We were the only children of the family, and to our welfare our kindly parents were entirely devoted, treating all our wishes with as much indulgence as was consistent with wisdom. The result was an unusually devoted affec- tion between the members of the family. Love for my gentle sister would prob- ably have been still more absorbing with me, as we grew up together, but for a division of sentiment which favoring circumstances brought about for both of us. A boy of the neighborhood came to be my companion at an early age, and we were so constituted in our differences of taste and temperament as to produce one of those strong and romantic friend- ships which have been the subjects of story in all ages. Robert Ellis had an ardent and robust nature, full of ambi- tion and enthusiasm, but with an honesty and candor that gave it the simplicity of untarnished childhood so long as I knew A TALE OP LIFE AND BE A TH. I 3 him ; while I was timid and shrinking, so far as the contests of life affected me at all. Perhaps it was his strength and courage and eagerness for the strife, that excited my special admiration and gained my devoted affection ; while he may have been won to me by a gentleness and dependence that touched the heroic in his nature. At any rate as boys we were " all in all " to each other; and as we came to manhood only his sister and mine divided the treasure of our affec- tions. His sister Lucy was the feminine counterpart of himself, full of the ardor and eagerness of young life, hopeful and cheery, and as truthful and free from guile as Nature herself. I do not profess to understand the psychology of those two affections, but the absorbing love which I came to have for his sister, made perfect by a full, return from her own ardent nature, in no way impaired my strong friendship for the brother. In the meantime my own fragile sister had somehow grown into his manly heart 14 BEYOND THE BOURN. with a hold as strong as life. Here was a quartet of human souls, knit together by the interlacing bonds of mutual affec- tion, which it would be death to sun- der. Until the age of twenty-five, my life had been without a shadow, and prom- ised a future as serene and happy; but it is rare that Heaven vouchsafes to man a life of uninterrupted felicity. Each must take his share of trouble and sorrow, and if it comes late and he has had no fore- taste, it will be so much the harder to bear. The great but ever-merciful Power that holds us in his keeping, seems to have chosen me for affliction, perhaps that out of it might come some great good. The first cloud to come across my se- rene sky was the death of my father and mother, which occurred in the same week ; but they had become old, and their departure was not unlooked for. Moreover, they had seen me happily married, and were ready to leave me master of the homestead and father of a A TALE OF LIFE AND DEA TH. I 5 family to come. Yes, I was happily mar- ried to one whose heart had never been touched by thought of love for any other in the same kind, but was mine wholly, and one whose dominion over my soul was complete and undisputed— the sister of my dearest friend. The loss of our parents would have been much harder for my gentle sister, Ellen, but for the fact that she was already affianced to Robert Ellis, and had his strong nature to rest upon, as well as all the support to be derived from the devoted affection of myself and my wife. She had a home with us, and a happy home of her own in view, and it was but natural that even her sensitive nature should bear this first sorrow with some degree of composure. For myself it was not hard. It gave to my quiet moments a deeper thoughtfulness, and to the dusk of evening at times a solemn sadness, as if sanctified by the presence of the departed ones. They had passed on without regret, and awaited us in a 1 6 BEYOND THE BOURN. home which we confidently expected to share when our call should come. But at no great interval after this first sorrow came a succession of pitiless blows of affliction. The terrible war of 1861 had come upon the country, with its vol- ume of tragedies for American homes. My friend was by nature a patriot and a hero, and he could not resist the call to what he deemed the post of duty for every man who was free to go to the de- fence of the Union and of the cause of liberty. Even his love for my sister, whom he expected soon to take under his care for life, could not overcome in his mind that profound sense of obliga- tion to take his part in saving the life of the nation. He pleaded that it would only postpone their happiness, and that it would make him more worthy of it ; in fact, he should always feel like a craven if he did not make this brief sacrifice for a cause more sacred than any private claim. The poor girl sympathized fully with his feeling, and, though with many A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 1/ tears and secret misgivings, she encour- aged him to go. She would follow him with her heart, and await his return with hope of increased joy. The pitiful parting took place, and our hero departed for the field of danger, followed with foreboding, on my part at least. Aside from the perils of the great conflict and the uncertain fate to which he committed himself, his absence was in itself a bereavement to our home. I confess that I had not the heroic temper that would induce me to accompany him in any case. I was fond of quiet and retirement and little given to energetic action, and neither the duties nor the hardships of war had any attraction for me. But plainly I had excuse enough in the care of those now left to my exclu- sive charge, and no human power could have torn me from my wife and home, the idol of my worship and its temple. The adventures of the camp and of the battle-field, the vicissitudes of a soldier's life, came to us in an ever-continued story 1 8 BEYOND THE BOURN. from our patriot friend, told with unflag- ging spirit and never wavering cheerfulness and hope. It w^as pathetic to see how completely my poor sister's life and thoughts were absorbed in this intermit- tent tale of real life, of which the out- come was shrouded in more thrilling un- certainty than novelist could devise for his fiction, and it was plainly evident that a fatal catastrophe to the hero would snap her own frail hold upon life. Suddenly, in the dark days of '63 the tale of his adventures was broken short ; to be continued to an abrupt close by " another hand." After a period of anxious waiting the dreaded word from the new and unknown writer came. Our beloved friend had been struck down in the midst of battle in the cornfields of Gettysburg. Death was im- mediate, without preliminary suffering, without last words or loving message, save such as had been sealed up in antici- pation of possible fatality on the field. My sister received the news with tearless A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 1 9 pallor, and it seemed as though she had been expecting it all these two heavy years. She uttered no word or wail of sorrow, she fell under no sudden stroke of prostration, but she clung to life under the strain of the days that intervened before the mangled body of her heroic lover came to deepen the gloom of our home. Fortunately, the noble face and head were not marred, and on the calm lin- eaments rested the promise of immortal peace. In the silent and darkened room in which the casket was placed, with only the face of the dead uncovered, we left Ellen alone, according to her wish. When at last we quietly went in, intend- ing with all gentleness to draw her away, her arms were encircling the head and her face resting upon the face of the husband of her heart, and she too was dead, with a smile upon her lips. Perhaps the two souls had met there and departed together to fulfil the promises made on earth. We buried them side by side in the 20 BEYOND THE BOURN. beautiful cemetery by the lake, and with aching hearts heaped flowers on the double grave, striving so far as possible to drive away the gloom of death. Now only wife and home were left to me this side the shadows, and oh I how I clung to them, — almost with fear and trembling lest they should go too. And it seems the pitying heavens must needs have them, for a few months later w\\ darling was torn from me, in the struggle to bring a new soul from God to dwell in our home and perchance to give us com- fort for the losses of the past. But she perished in a mission too severe for Ium- vitality, which had been impaired b\' recent afflictions ; and the new soul, too, fluttered f(^r a moment on the verge of earthly life and went back to God. There was another burial ; and father, mother, sister, friend, wife and babe, lay side by side in the green churchyard by the placid lake. • Then the home that had been so bright and beautiful was utterly desolate. It A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 21 seemed as though some unmerciful spirit had come in at that door again and again, and carried away amid funeral odors and a thickening gloom each time a more pre- cious treasure, till nothing was left. My loneliness and misery were unutterable in the home now so completely bereft. To seek oblivion in narcotics or stimulants was a repulsive folly, and there was no hope that forgetfulness would come of itself. My mind was too strong to break down and find relief in disorganization and mental chaos. My occupations at home instead of taking my thoughts from my losses continually recalled them to -me. I determined to sell my homestead and seek in the great world, of which I knew so little, that distraction which alone could save me from settled melancholy and utter wretchedness. This I did. A part of the proceeds of the sale were in- vested to form a fund for future re- source ; the rest converted into cash for immediate use. I then set out on my travels. 22 BEYOND THE BOURN. I visited the cities of the Atlantic coast in my own country, and went to the great prairies and lakes, to the moun- tains and the backwoods. I crossed the rocky ridges to the Pacific side and sought out the wonders of that marvellous region. Returning I went to Europe and visited her capitals, and extended my wandering among the mystic monuments of Egypt and Arabia, and the sacred reminiscences of Palestine. Everywhere I sought for whatever could interest and absorb the thoughts. The constant succession of new things, the continual occupation of the mind with the wonders of the earth, over- whelmed the old grief and wrought through meditation a philosophy which imparted some degree of calm resigna- tion, though the joy of youthful life was gone out forcvcj". 1 returned from these wanderings after five years, older by a century in experience, — philosophic and thoughtful, and if not quite happy, at least not altogether wretched. A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 23 On returning from over the sea I landed in Canada, as I had not visited that country before leaving my native land. I went up the St. Lawrence and viewed what has most semblance of the ancient in our Northern-Western continent ; and then — with emotions that no man could describe or fully conceive unless he had been through a like experience — I en- tered my native land once more, and set out to pass through the length of Ver- mont towards the older cities of the At- lantic coast. There I proposed to spend the rest of my days amid books and the converse of such men as my travelled lore might bring me acquainted with. It was late in the spring and I was rid- ing on a railroad train through a wild and rugged part of the Green Mountain state. Late in the afternoon heavy black clouds rolled into the heavens from beyond the ridges to the west, and ominous rumblings of thunder uttered threats of a storm of uncommon violence. The train rattled on as the darkness thickened, and shortly 24 BEYOND THE BOURN. after sunset we were plunging madly through a black gloom, occasionally filled with a lurid light as the flashes of light- ning sprang into it and disappeared again. Presently the rain came in tor- rents and the wind dashed it against the cars as if determined to throw them from the track. Still the engineer dashed on, hauling us through the storm at what seemed a frightful speed. Crashes of thunder came as if the heavens were breaking in pieces, and we almost ex- pected that the fierce flashes that fol- lowed would show us the fragments of the collapsing universe. But each time nature sprang into being as from a new chaos ; for a moment trees struggling with the tempest, rocks and gorges over which the accumulating waters dashed wildly as if in fright, appeared and were again swallowed by the darkness. The noise of the wheels and shrieks of the engine mingling with the tremendous hurlyburly of the elements was appalling. In the car, dimly lighted with two or A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 25 three wretched lamps, the passengers sat oppressed with a vague fear, as if wait- ing for some inevitable crash, the conse- quences of which they could not guess. Once or twice the car gave an ugly lurch and plunge, and the engineer slackened somewhat his terrific speed. This caution seemed to frighten us even more than the previous recklessness, as it indicated real danger. By and by came a plunge which threw everybody out of his seat, then a succession of heavy thumps which threat- ened to disjoint the frame, and the car- riage was left pitched into the mud, while those behind dashed upon it and the engine sped off down the track. Everybody was bruised and terribly frightened, but no one was badly hurt. A culvert had been washed away by the torrent and the track had sunk from its proper level. The engine and baggage car had passed safely over, but the car in which I sat was thrown from the track and its coupling broken. The train had been brought to a very slow speed, and 26 BEYOND THE JWURN. hence our escape from destruction. It was fortunate that few passengers travelled on the night train, for we were still in the wilderness, far from any comfortable ac- commodations. The conductor came around, swinging his lantern in the darkness and glistening in his india-rubber coat, and got us all together, wet and shivering and battered by the pitiless storm. The engine backed up, and stood glaring and snorting as if the wild scene and the fierce weather just suited its temper. In fact it looked like a horrible monster, waiting impatiently for us to put ourselves in his power once more, and determined that we should not escape so easily again. It appeared that it was impracticable to repair the track and get the cars into position to proceed, and we must needs crowd into the bag- gage car to be taken to the next station. It seemed like a perilous experiment, but there was no choice except to stay there in the darkness and rain, in what to us was an unknown wilderness. The con- A TALE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 27 ductor said there was no danger, but each man felt that he knew better and went into the dismal baggage car with a shud- der and a silent protest. It was a rough affair, half filled with trunks and boxes and lighted by two sickly lanterns. We bestowed ourselves as best we could, crowded together like cattle, drenched with rain, and in anything but a cheerful mood. The engineer started on, and soon we seemed to be plunging down a grade at a furious speed. Perhaps our fears and our uncomfortable position exaggerated to our minds the rate at which we were going but it seemed tre- mendous, and faces grew pale and eyes gleamed with excitement in the darkness. Some one remonstrated with the conduc- tor. The engine had little to draw and was evidently on a descending grade. The torrents from the hills were likely to undermine the track at any point. The danger was evident, and it was sheer recklessness to proceed except with the greatest caution. The conductor had 26 BEYOND Tllh BOURN. just seized the cord to give the signal to the engineer to slacken his speed when one terrific crash came, followed by a shock that seemed to wrench my body to pieces, and the car and all its contents were dashed in fragments upon the glow- ing, raving engine, which was thrown over and screeching as if with horror at its own work. I was conscious of being crushed and immovable in a mass of fragments ; I knew that I was fearfully cut and bruised about the head and neck ; I heard groans and shrieks of such mingled pain and horror that they almost made me forget my own situation. Soon the crushing weight and the fierce pain became insup- portable, and, to add to the horrors of the situation, scalding steam and burning heat from the engine fire were at once boiling and roasting us. As I realized after the first quick con- sciousness of what had happened, that I was utterly helpless, probably fatally hurt, and almost sure to be burned or A TALE OF LIFE AND DEA TH. 29 scalded to death on the spot, a strange and awful feeling came over me. Here was death suddenly upon me, which I had regarded only as a vague and far ofT fate. In a moment I should be in the other world and all its mystery. My past life, its early happiness, the shock of its great sorrows, the slow and painful heal- ing of the wounds in these later years, — • all occurred to me in a moment, and I thought of the doubts that I sometimes felt, of the immortality of the soul and of the happiness or misery of a future life. I rejoiced that I had little to re- proach myself with beyond the small fail- ings for which poor human nature can readily find excuse, and that I could meet whatever was now to come without falter- ing. One moment of fierce agony, a shock that wrenched my whole bod}^ as if by the sundering of the flesh and spirit, and I seemed to sink and glide immeasur- able lengths and depths at a dizzy speed into darkness and oblivion. III. IN THE OTHER WORLD. After a stretch of time which I could not measure, which might have been moments and might have been ages, I was conscious of renewed existence and of the presence of other beings. As that consciousness grew clear, intense, almost overwhelming in its fulness, I knew that I was in the spirit world and with the beloved of former years. The nature of that consciousness I can- not hope to describe in the language of earth, or make clear to minds that never experienced it. I had no body ; and yet felt my identity, my personal presence, with a completeness and intensity that was altogether new. I saw not and heard not, in the earthly sense ; and yet my knowledge of my surroundings and IN THE OTHER WORLD. 3 1 of the presence of others was far more distinct than bodily sight and hearing could make it. We spake not with tongues of flesh, we heard not with ears of flesh, and yet our communication was so perfect that I marvelled as at a new birth. The soul was freed from the im- pediment of flesh, it acted without the cumbersome instrumentality of physical organs, and its action was full and free. It will be difficult to make the condi- tions of my new life comprehensible to those whose experience has been confined to the embryonic stage of human exist- ence, but the faculties of the soul were not changed, and its perceptions were analogous to those to which it had been accustomed. It had no further need of physical senses, and yet it saw and heard and felt with a clearness and vividness that were unattainable through the or- gans of the body. It could enjoy now the full benefit of the development which it had attained with the aid of the body and its functions, and exercise its facul- 32 BEYOND THE BOURN. ties with a freedom and vigor that were impossible wlieii it was confined in the integument of flesh. In attempting to put into the form of human speech a description of the sur- rounding's in which I found m\'sclf, and an account of the experience which I underwent, it will be possible to give only a faint impression of the realit}', for the language of man is inadequate to ex- press and the understanding of man in- capable of grasping the facts of an expe- rience and observation beyond the range of earthly life. The effort to picture it is like striving to reveal the beauties of a glorious vision through an imperfect medium to a darkened mind ; but it may afford glimpses that will give comfort to those who long to know something of the life beyond. First of all I would try to give some idea of the recompense that was found for the trials, struggles and sorrows of the earthly life. These seemed as small and far away in comparison with the satisfac- IN THE OTHER WORLD. 33 tion now enjoyed, as the sphere on which they were undergone seemed insignifi- cant, as a part of God's creation. Here I found father and mother in a blissful union that was marred by no discordant note and no fear of interruption. They looked back to their former life with thankfulness that it had prepared them for this, but they would no more desire to return to it than a miner who had toiled for years in the bowels of the earth would wish to go back to his wearisome tasks, if once released and placed in comfortable and joyous surroundings in the cheerful sunlight. To them had now been gathered the children they left behind, and the mutual understanding and full apprecia- tion of each other gave their communion a delight that was before inconceivable. The coming of their daughter, which to me had been such a grief, was to them and to her a joy unspeakable. In the body she had been frail and an object of solicitude, but in the spirit world she blossomed to the fulness of angelic life 34 BEYOND THE BOURN. at once. The attributes that had been cramped by physical weakness and nar- row opportunities expanded in their full glory, and that pure lov^e which had been awakened on earth found a purer fruition because it liad never been sullied by the harsh experiences of a common life. She had been literally carried to heaven by her hero lover, who lingered, " hovering o'er the dolorous strait," that they might together " arrive at last the blessed goal " and be taken " as a single soul." So had they been united in the marriage of eter- nity by death itself, — in a union that no trial or sorrow could ever assail, fur w hich only the pure in heart are fit. My own beloved wife, and the babe that had known nothing of the earthly life, which had opened and shut for it merely as a gateway to heaven — during my sorrowful wanderings they had awaited me with happiness unalloyed, knowing how great would be the joy of reunion, and how small would then seem the delay and the sorrows I had borne, which would only IN THE OTHER WORLD. 35 heighten the bh'ss. And the Httle one had grown in this hfe like one native to it, developing in spiritual purity and strength with scarcely a taint of earth. Here was a happy family, in a sense that no combination of fortunate circum- stances could make real in the conditions of earth, associated with other families in like manner united after the vicissitudes of the pilgrimage in the flesh, and with the good and pure of all ages and climes, in fact of all the worlds of the universe. When the first joyful greetings and in- terchange of experiences were fairly over and I could turn my thoughts from the persons among whom I was so gladly re- ceived to the conditions of this new life, my curiosity was awakened, and I began to inquire into the nature of the sphere of being upon which I had entered. Evi- dently we were still in the great universe of nature of which the earth is a part, and of which men in their mortal state have gained some glimpses of knowledge ; not in a space set apart beyond the bounds of 36 BEYOND THE BOURN. infinity, and garnished with scenes that were only magnified copies of those fa- mihar on the earth. As the faculties of the spirit were ex- panded and untramelled, but not changed in their nature, and as its perceptions were analogous to those which it formerly gained through the senses, so had the surroundings in which it found itself a glorified likeness to those in which it re- ceived its first experience and its training for eternal life. And yet, my former con- ceptions of that life, and of the sphere in which it was destined to pass, now seemed so distorted and inadequate as to be ridic- ulous. In their aspirations for an immortal state and in their endeavors to picture the glories of the after life, men have of necessity drawn upon their imagination and have used the materials of the exist- ence with which they are familiar. In the various stages of their moral and spir- itual development and of their knowledge of the universe, they have painted visions of beauty and delight in accordance with IN THE OTHER WORLD. 37 a faith darkened by ignorance and dis- torted by superstition, regarding as the revelation of supreme wisdom the highest conceptions they could attain. Their heaven was made up of the elements of earth ; their immortal life was a trans- fio-uration of a mortal existence ; and they carried the materials of the dust and the occupations of the flesh into their dreams of a spirit world. I found that the unlimited expanse of the universe was the home of the dis- embodied spirit, which could range at will in the wide, free spaces of the heavens. It could indeed visit any of the rolling worlds, which without number peopled the boundless region, but with their actual substance occupied so small a portion of its immensity. By that spiritual power of discernment which cor- responds to the vision of the eye, we could take in the grand march of the worlds, as planets circled around their suns, and those suns, with their retinues of shining spheres, moved around greater 38 BEYOND THE BOURN. centres, and those centres again, with their vaster systems, travelled in their ap- pointed circuits. And from these mighty- revolutions there came, as it were, a blending of sounds which swept through all the universe in supernal harmony that thrilled the soul with musical deli