<h3>"WE SHALL SEE OUR FRIENDS IN HEAVEN!"</h3>
<p>For weeks after the death of his son Willie the inconsolable father
mourned in particular on that day in each week, and even the military
sights at Fortress Monroe to court a change failed to distract him.
He was studying Shakespeare. Calling his private secretary to him,
he read several passages, and finally that of Queen Constance's lament
over her lost child:</p>
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And, father cardinal, I have heard you say<br/>
That we shall see, and know, our friends in heaven.<br/>
(<i>King John, III., 4.</i>)</p>
<p>"If that be true, I shall see my boy again!" He said:</p>
<p>"Colonel, did you ever dream of a lost friend, and feel that you
were holding sweet communion with that friend, and yet have a sad
consciousness that it was not reality? Just so I dream of my boy
Willie!"</p>
<p>(Colonel Lamon, the presidential body-guard-in-chief, was the
recipient of this spiritual confidence.)
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