Harbor Jim of Newfoundland

his observations concerning the future life. We had, thru our increasing friendship, come to understand each other. I had learned when to kee

re my friend would count it his time to retire. "How about the Heaven Home, I think that is

the word 'home' in place of 'mansion.' The parsons tell me that there are some mistakes in the translatin' o' the Good Book, and I am sure that it's a mistake here.

chairs. We had a parson one time who knew all about it over there, accordin' to his tell. He told us about the crowns and harps and the golden streets and the singi

le things that go to makin' up a real home, else how could a man be happy over there, who had just left a happy home here. I'm not sayin' we shall always need them things, but I am a sayi

n'. I callate there are times when a man would rather go salmon fishing than to do anything else in the world, provided he knows what good salmon fishin'

be trailin' along the bank o' some good stream fishin' a

don't know what to do. Does it appear to you that the Lord would take a little fellow like Peter and send him around with a harp. I'

college one particle of good. It would be a sheer waste for everybody concerned. I think the Father is wiser than that, and it's a

over there. Will I know little Peter, sure I will, or it wouldn't be heaven. Then his new little

And as it is with little Peter so it will be with every one. Perhaps by this time he has seen the Christ, for the kingd

Rascal Moor

seem to make a sinner into a saint all of a sudden. He may wake him up sudden and start him, but it takes time to get him rounded off. He'll go where he belongs just as the others; and if for a while he belongs in an uncomfortable, painful place why there's where he'll go. I never could see the sense in trying to think that everybody would go right off to one same place and be in

xpectin' conditions will improve and the handicaps are less over there. With the help o' Moses, Isaiah and the prophets and saints we ought to get on at a fair pace. A tremendous lot o' mothers is over there; they've been a goin' out one by one

nightingale or a lark for it would seem more like home. That's the big thing and th

s liable to be around most any time and I must be on my guard not to let slip any string o' words that would be bad for him to hear. It chucks a fellow up to feel that he must be on his best for the little fellow sees and knows. I want to be such a father as he'll re

er than 'ourn, and there must be pink calmia, fox-gloves and sweet william, pansies, tea-bushes and a good many others that I don't happen to think of. There must be places in heaven that

me they've been a good deal of comfort and whenever I get to doubting at all