 His son who was standing by his bedside said, no, no, father, you are dreaming. No, said Mr. Moody, I am not dreaming. I have been within the gates. I have seen the children's faces. A short time elapsed and then following what seemed to be to the family to be the death struggle. So he was last breath. He spoke again and he said, this is my triumph. This is my coronation day. It is glorious.