Little James was free at last. He had left his frail, weary body behind and had departed on the longest, shortest journey of all. A journey this, ending in no noisome den in Carlisle Castle, as when he first saw the earthly teacher he had loved so long, but leading straight and swift to the heavenly abiding-places: to the welcome of his unseen yet Everlasting Friend.
'How know I that it looms lovely, that land I have never seen,
With morning-glory and heartsease, and unexampled green?
All souls singing, seeing, rejoicing everywhere,
Yea, much more than this I know, for I know that Christ is there.'[31]
FOOTNOTES:
[28] James Parnell, by C. Fell Smith.
[29] 'Lamb's Defence against Lyes.'
[30] First Publishers of Truth.
[31] Christina Rossetti.