A few years ago a cousin gave a hand written paper of six pages entitled 'A View of Heaven" written by Reverent Earle Elijah Young (1822-1874). He was the son of Reverent Pascal Paola Young and Cynthia Phillips of French Creek. As Earle mentioned his sister Cordelia who died Apr 1870, this must have been written sometime between Apr 1870 and Oct 1874 (Date Earle died). Cordelia Young was my great-great-grandmother and Pascal Paola Young was my great-great-great-grandfather. Cordelia Young married Lewis Walker, and her daughter, Lucinda Clementine Walker married Charles Mansfield Francis, my great-grandparents. Thought you would enjoy reading.
A View of Heaven
On the 10th of September, after my family had retired to rest, and were reposing in sleep, I was
awakened, and meditating on the goodness of God, my soul seemed to be filled with His love.
I seemed to enter heaven, and remain for the space of two hours or more.
I was carried to one of the pearly gates. The angles welcomed me through.
I stepped forward, and the first to meet me was my good old father. How happy the meeting! His face
seemed to shine as bright as an angel's. The next was my oldest brother Lyman, his face all beaming with
He welcomed me with gladness. The next was brother Alonzo. His face shone with gladness, and delight,
and he seemed perfectly happy.
The next was my bother Edwin, who died far away in a distant land, but now found a resting place in
heaven., and was happy. Sister Cordelia was next. Her whole countenance seemed to beam with heavenly joy
and delight. The next was my other brother Edwin, who died quiet young. He seemed to wear a robe of
spotless white, such as the angles wear. Oh, how happy he was.
The next was my little daughter Cemantha. When she saw me she reached out her snowy-white arms, and I
clasped he in my arms, and held to my breast. She put her arms around my neck so lovingly and said: "Pa, I
have been waiting for you a long time. How is ma, and my brothers and sisters?" My soul was filled with
love, and I thought how happy the greeting and salutations of so many friends!
I fain would have dwelt longer with those loved ones, but there were other attractions beyond. I had
not yet seen my Heavenly Father. I journeyed on, and soon caught a glimpse of His face at a distance. At
this moment sweet strains of music fell upon my ear. I stoped to listen. It was the heavenly choristers
singing praise and honor and glory to God and the Lamb that liveth forever and ever.
I started on, and as I approached my Heavenly Father, His face shone brighter and brighter, until it
surpassed the noonday sun. I gazed intently upon Him. I was welcomed there. I walked quietly up to Him.
He reached forth His hand and placed it so lovingly and tenderly upon me, and spoke in such mild and gentle
tomes, saying: Son thou hast finally reached the Father's house; after a while thou shalt dwell in My
presence forever and ever. I steped to the right of my Father.
There sat my Savior, His countenance glowing with the brightness and love as that of His Father. He
gazed upon me for a moment with His mild blue eyes, and reached forth His arms clasped me to His breast,
saying: "Thou art one of the redeemed of the earth which my Father gave me."
Since meditating on the above, I have though, if we poor mortals were permitted to see so much by the
eye of faith in the space of two hours, what may we be capable of seeing, knowing, and enjoying thou-out
E. E. Young