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that give rest to the soul in Christ Jesus. The sanctuary and all other blessed privileges of the Christian are dear to my heart and give me infinite enjoyment. I had so singular a dream on the night of the first of June that I wrote it down when I awoke and, at the expense of being considered superstitious?, I shall record it. I thought it was mid-day. I appeared to be in New York city, yet on the banks of the Mississippi river. The day was beautifully clear and calm. Suddenly, great masses of very dense clouds began to roll under the face of the sky; rolling over and over one another, and curling inwardly and outwardly in every direction, in immense unclear, gradually growing blacker and blacker, and spreading out to the east, west and south until the sun became obscured and the darkness became so dense that nothing but darkness could be seen. There was no wind, no sound - the usual accompanyment of a storm - all was still as death. Presently a red fiery light seemed to spring up from the earth, and was reflected from the clouds with great brilliancy. The Mississippi began to swell and rollin torrents, and finally rose mountains high without overflowing the country on either side; swelling and rolling onward with rushing but silent force as if nothing over immense unclear. The scene was awfully terrible, majestic and grand.