In his boyhood young Duff had two remarkable dreams. Once he dreamed that the great day of judgment had come. He beheld the holy and terrible judge seated on great white throne, and millions upon millions of human beings appearing before him, to receive their final sentence. Some were condemned to everlasting punishment, some were granted eternal life. The heart of the dreamer was filled with terror. Little Duff knew not what his own fate might be, whether he would be sent to Heaven or Hell. The boy shook on his bed with terror, and when his turn for judgment came, trembling with fear awoke. Never was that solemn dream forgotten. It was as a voice from Heaven crying, "Repent ye, the Day of Judgment is at hand; prepare to meet your God!" The other dream was less painful, but scarcely less striking than this. The Scotch boy lay by the banks of a stream, and there he fell asleep. He dreamed that he saw in the distance a light more bright than the sun. Presently from the midst of the great light came a magnificent chariot of gold, adorned with jewels, drawn by fiery horses. The exceeding glory on which he gazed filled the boy's soul with awe. The heavenly Chariot reached his side, and from it came a gentle voice which was not the voice of man, "Come up hither, I have work for thee to do." In trying to arise to obey the divine call the young dreamer awoke. Alexander Duff told the dream to his parents, and many many years afterwards he told it again to his grandson, so deep was the impression which it had left on his mind. That dream was as a voice from heaven, "There is holy work, Oh! child, for thee to do in the future. The world is a great corn-field, God gives to thee a sickle, and bids thee go forth and reap."