Lastly, our friend and associate, Gray, of course, suggested a very different forecast—one in which, as he asserted. Mormon truth would take its rightful possession of the earth; and old Brown, too, would still put in a word for the future resurrection of now expiring Calvinism.
How often it happens that a whole busy lifetime seems to pass before the mind during some short interval in a dream! Brown has been full of this idea of late, and he recounts to me how, during a short after-dinner snooze, his mind had pieced together, in most magnificent order, all the marvels of progress I had so often poured into it. He dreamt the other day that he had survived into a thousand years hence, and was revelling in all the accumulated progress of that far-off time. Here truly was for me a full harvest for all my long and patient seed-sowing in the field of old Brown's knowledge-box. At any rate, the affair made a strong impression upon Brown, his great regret being, as he repeatedly said, that he had not my ready pen to have jotted down at once everything just as it appeared while the vision was still fresh in his mind. "If I had but your knack of writing, Green," he would say, "I would have had out a volume on the subject, and might possibly have turned a good penny out of it too." And many a joke we all had over the old fellow's remarkable dream.
