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	Journey Through the World of Spirit: God, Gaia and Guardian Angels   Journey Through The World of Spirit: God, Gaia, and Guardian Angels is the detailed near-death experience of David Oakford. Triggered initially by a fatal drug overdose, David became bewildered then frightened to find that we do not 'die.' But instinctively he knew to pray to God and was soon rescued by a wise guardian angel he calls 'Bob.' Specifically, David shares what he was shown concerning the life-after-death realms: heavens, light beings, dark souls, the life-force energy dynamics of our planet and its inhabitants, and the lessons-learned from a panel of evaluators. This clearly-written, plain-talking account of the life, death, and rebirth cycle provides much food for thought for all leaders and members of the world's major religions to contemplate. The single truth that shines through this old, old story is this one realization: Love is the answer to life's questions when all is said and done.
	War from the Inside-The Story of the 132nd Regiment Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry in the War for the Suppression of the Rebellion, 1862-1863   From Content: 'I was appointed adjutant of the One Hundred and Thirty-second Regiment, Pennsylvania Volunteers, by our great war Governor, Andrew G. Curtin, at the solicitation of Colonel Richard A. Oakford, commanding the regiment, my commission dating the 22d day of August, 1862. I reported for duty to Colonel Oakford at Camp Whipple, where the regiment was then encamped, on the 3d day of September, 1862. This was immediately following the disasters of 'Chantilly' and 'Second Bull Run,' and as I passed through Washington to Camp Whipple, I found the greatest excitement prevailing because of these reverses, and a general apprehension for the safety of the capital in consequence. The wildest rumors were abroad concerning the approach of the victorious rebel troops, and an alarm amounting almost to a panic existed. Being without a horse or other means of transportation, I was obliged to make my way, valise in hand, on foot from Washington over the 'long bridge' across the Potomac, to Camp Whipple, some two miles up the river nearly opposite Georgetown. From the wild rumors floating about Washington, I did not know but I should be captured bag and baggage before reaching camp. Undertaking this trip under those circumstances, I think, required almost as much nerve as 'real work' did later on. Getting beyond the long bridge there were abundant evidences of the reported disasters. Straggling troops, army wagons, etc., were pouring in from the 'front' in great disorder. I reached camp about three o'clock P.M. and found Colonel Oakford out with the regiment on battalion drill. An hour later I reported to his office (tent) as ready for duty. The colonel had been a lifelong personal friend, and I was received, as I expected, most cordially. I was assigned quarters, and a copy of the daily routine orders of camp was placed in my hands, and my attention specially called to the fact that the next 'order of business' was 'dress parade' at six o'clock. I inquired the cause of this special notice to me, and was informed that I was expected to officiate as adjutant of the regiment at that ceremony. I pleaded with the colonel to be allowed a day or so in camp to see how things were done before undertaking such difficult and important duties; that I knew absolutely nothing about any part of military service; had never served a day in any kind of military work, except in a country fire company; had never seen a dress parade of a full regiment in my life, and knew nothing whatever about the duties of an adjutant. My pleadings were all in vain. The only reply I received was a copy of the 'Army Regulations,' with the remark that I had two hours in which to study up and master the details of dress parade, and that I could not learn my duties any easier nor better than by actual practice; that my condition was no different from that of my fellow officers; that we were all there in a camp of instruction learning our duties, and there was not a moment to lose. I then began to realize something of the magnitude of the task which lay before me. To do difficult things, without knowing how; that is, to learn how in the doing, was the universal task of the Union volunteer officer. I took up my 'Army Regulations' and attacked the ceremony of dress parade as a life and death matter. Before my two hours were ended, I could repeat every sentence of the ceremony verbatim, and felt that I had mastered the thing, and was not going to my execution in undertaking my duties as adjutant. Alas for the frailty of memory; it failed me at the crucial moment, and I made a miserable spectacle of myself before a thousand officers and men, many of them old friends and acquaintances, all of whom, it seemed to me, were specially assembled on that occasion to witness my début, and see me get 'balled up.'
	A Flat Iron for a Farthing   from the PREFACE: An apology is a sorry Preface to any book, however insignificant, and yet I am anxious to apologise for the title of this little tale. The story grew after the title had been (hastily) given, and so many other incidents gathered round the incident of the purchase of the flat iron as to make it no longer important enough to appear upon the title page. It would, however, be dishonest to change the name of a tale which is reprinted from a Magazine; and I can only apologise for an appearance of affectation in it which was not intended. As the Dedication may seem to suggest that the character of Mrs. Bundle is a portrait, I may be allowed to say that, except in faithfulness, and tenderness, and high principle, she bears no likeness to my father's dear old nurse. It may interest some of my child readers to know that the steep street and the farthing wares are real remembrances out of my own childhood. Though whether in these days of 'advanced prices,' the flat irons, the gridirons with the three fish upon them, and all those other valuable accessories to doll's housekeeping, which I once delighted to purchase, can still be obtained for a farthing each, I have lived too long out of the world of toys to be able to tell.--J. H. E. * * * * * CONTENTS: CHAP. I. MOTHERLESS II. 'THE LOOK'--RUBENS--MRS. BUNDLE AGAIN III. THE DARK LADY--TROUBLE IMPENDING--BEAUTIFUL, GOLDEN MAMMA IV. AUNT MARIA--THE ENEMY ROUTED--LONDON TOWN V. MY COUSINS--MISS BLOMFIELD--THE BOY IN BLACK VI. THE LITTLE BARONET--DOLLS--CINDER PARCELS--THE OLD GENTLEMAN NEXT DOOR--THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS VII. POLLY AND I RESOLVE TO BE 'VERY RELIGIOUS'--DR. PEPJOHN--THE ALMS-BOX--THE BLIND BEGGAR VIII. VISITING THE SICK IX. 'PEACE BE TO THIS HOUSE' X. CONVALESCENCE--MATRIMONIAL INTENTIONS--THE JOURNEY TO OAKFORD--OUR WELCOME XI. THE TINSMITH'S--THE BEAVER BONNETS--A FLAT IRON FOR A FARTHING--I FAIL TO SECURE A SISTER--RUBENS AND THE DOLL XII. THE LITTLE LADIES AGAIN--THE MEADS--THE DROWNED DOLL XIII. POLLY--THE PEW AND THE PULPIT--THE FATE OF THE FLAT IRON XIV. RUBENS AND I 'DROP IN' AT THE RECTORY--GARDENS AND GARDENERS--MY FATHER COMES FOR ME XV. NURSE BUNDLE IS MAGNANIMOUS--MR. GRAY--AN EXPLANATION WITH MY FATHER XVI. THE REAL MR. GRAY--NURSE BUNDLE REGARDS HIM WITH DISFAVOUR XVII. I FAIL TO TEACH LATIN TO MRS. BUNDLE--THE RECTOR TEACHES ME XVIII. THE ASTHMATIC OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS RIDDLES--I PLAY TRUANT AGAIN--IN THE BIG GARDEN XIX. THE TUTOR--THE PARISH--A NEW CONTRIBUTOR TO THE ALMS-BOX XX. THE TUTOR'S PROPOSAL--A TEACHERS' MEETING XXI. OAKFORD ONCE MORE--THE SATIN CHAIRS--THE HOUSEKEEPER--THE LITTLE LADIES AGAIN--FAMILY MONUMENTS XXII. NURSE BUNDLE FINDS A VOCATION--RAGGED ROBIN'S WIFE--MRS. BUNDLE'S IDEAS ON HUSBANDS AND PUBLIC-HOUSES XXIII. I GO TO ETON--MY MASTER--I SERVE HIM WELL XXIV. COLLECTIONS--LEO'S LETTER--NURSE BUNDLE AND SIR LIONEL XXV. THE DEATH OF RUBENS--POLLY'S NEWS--LAST TIMES XXVI. I HEAR FROM MR. JONATHAN ANDREWES--YORKSHIRE--ALATHEA alias BETTY--WE BURY OUR DEAD OUT OF OUR SIGHT--VOICES OF THE NORTH XXVII. THE NEW RECTOR--AUNT MARIA TRIES TO FIND HIM A WIFE--MY FATHER HAS A SIMILAR CARE FOR ME XXVIII. I BELIEVE MYSELF TO BE BROKEN-HEARTED--MARIA IN LOVE--I MAKE AN OFFER OF MARRIAGE, WHICH IS NEITHER ACCEPTED NOR REFUSED XXIX. THE FUTURE LADY DAMER--POLLY HAS A SECRET--UNDER THE MULBERRY-TREE XXX. I MEET THE HEIRESS--I FIND MYSELF MISTAKEN ON MANY POINTS--A NEW KNOT IN THE FAMILY COMPLICATIONS XXXI. MY LADY FRANCES--THE FUTURE LADY DAMER--WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER AT LAST XXXII. WE COME HOME--MRS. BUNDLE QUITS SERVICE

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