Could we but hear! The word of the Lord is ever speaking--alas! where is one that can hear?
Where are our Isaiahs, our Ezekiels, our Jeremiahs?
Oh! thou shrunken-visaged, black, hollow-eyed doubt! hast thou passed like a cloud over men's souls, making them blind, deaf and dumb?
Ah, ha! dost thou shudder?
I chant thy requiem, and prophets, poets, and seers shall rise again! I see them coming.

Great heaven! Earth shall be again a paradise, and God converse with men!" The next entry is undated, but it was probably made on the last day of May.

It has served to fix the proximate time of the illness and disquiet which led to his first withdrawal from business and home.
"Wednesday .-- About ten months ago--perhaps only seven or eight--I saw (I cannot say I dreamed; it was quite different from dreaming; I was seated on the side of my bed) a beautiful, angelic being, and myself standing alongside of her, feeling a most heavenly pure joy.
It was as if our bodies were luminous and gave forth a moon-like light which sprung from the joy we experienced.

I felt as if we had always lived together, and that our motions, actions, feelings, and thoughts came from one centre.

When I looked towards her I saw no bold outline of form, but an angelic something I cannot describe, though in angelic shape and image.