The story of a minister who, suffering from an incurable disease, passes through the pangs of death--and experiences a sort of Pantheistic revelation, in which he discovers God manifest even in his bedroom furniture! The book no doubt is fruit of the author's sincere desire to answer for himself and his fellows some of the eternal questionings of the soul. But it answers nothing, and is, on the contrary, confusing and unconvincing, rather than comforting or consoling. To the Christian reader, grounded in the rudiments of faith, it cannot be anything but absurd.
sense in which he had outgrown them. He had left them behind in some race that had more than death for its goal. The effort to keep going back to them, going back and pulling them along, was too wearisome to keep up.
And yet his thoughts were not all of rest. Far from it! He was of Puritan stock and traditions. Though in later life he had abandoned that belief in an angry God in which his childhood had been nursed, something of the early teaching clung to him. Won as he had been by the modern doctrine of eternal hope, he still lapsed into moments when death became to him, in biblical phrase, "a certain fearful looking for of judgment."
He had been a great sinner. Though no one knew it but himself, a great sinner he had been. He had preached to other