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Excerpt from Garrison in Heaven: A Dream I am a great dreamer. I cannot sleep, even for a moment, without dreaming and, although my dreams are generally composed of incongruous and unmeaning stuff, some of them are, I think, worthy of notice. Of this character is the one I am going to tell you. In my dream I stood by the bedside of the dying Gar rison, and watched his spirit as it ebbed and flowed, like the pulsing tide, in its efforts to free itself from the no longer needed body; and saw the smile of satisfaction, alternating with a look of regret, as he felt the freedom of his new existence, and saw the sorrow of the survivors, Many were the objects of interest that detained him in Boston, and near his dearest friends. He attended the funeral, and heard the eloquent oration of Phillips; and, having learned to move with readiness at will, he visited the South, and left his blessing in many a negro's hut. In Kansas he looked with interest upon the dusky South ern emigrants, who, in pursuit of their full liberty as citi zens, had braved the fury of the northern storms. I followed him to Hayti, to England, to Liberia, and then to Cuba, and saw him rejoice as he beheld the promise of a free world. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.