ZINZENDORF (Nicolaus Ludwig, Count and Lord of Zinzendorf and Pottendorf, founder of the Moravian Church, and the author of a number of beautiful hymns), 1700-1760. Around his bed more than a hundred members of the community gathered to receive his blessing, and hear his last council and encouragement. When he had spoken kindly to them all he said to his son-in-law: "_Now, my dear son, I am going to the Saviour. I am ready; I am quite resigned to the will of my Lord. If He is no longer willing to make use of me here I am quite ready to go to Him, for there is nothing more in my way._" His son-in-law offered prayer, and as he closed with the petition, "Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace," the great and holy man fell asleep in his Saviour. ZWINGLE, or ZWINGLIUS (a Swiss Reformer who was killed at the battle of Cappel), 1484-1531. "_Can this be considered a calamity? Well! they can, indeed, kill the body, but they are not able to kill the soul._" Said after receiving a mortal wound. EPILOGUE Great men may by their courage and virtue fortify us against the terrors of death, if by their vices, and fears begotten of vices, they do not distress us ten-fold more than we were distressed before; they may point the way from a present twilight to the infinite day-dawn beyond; and yet in the end must every pilgrim choose for himself the road over which he is to journey. The foregoing pages give only the experiences of others. Nevertheless, they may soften in our minds the dark outlines of the landscape, and cast a ray of light into the great unseen. Happy is the soul that in an age of doubt and uncertainty can trust, even though it be with trembling faith, One greater than the greatest, and Who has named Himself the Resurrection and the Life! Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. _Tennyson._ INDEX Above all do not miss me! 159 Absolutely, and I pray God to condemn me if I have, 239 Adieu, my dear Marand; I am dying, 293 Adieu, O world; here is no pity for me. Soldiers, fire, 287 Adios, mundo; no hay piedad para mi. Soldados, fuego, 287 After I am dead you will find Calais written upon my heart, 186 Ah, Jesus! 61 Ah! mes enfants, you cannot cry as much for me, 247 Ah! my child, let us speak of Christ's love, 43 Ah! poor humpback, thy many long years, 70 Ah! very well, 16 Ah, a German! a prodigy, admit him! 273