The Litchfield County post., 1828-06-26


 1 What unwearied friendship, exclaimed |; Churchill, what would life be without it.
 He was moved, but struggled to suppress
 his emotion. felt an indescribable deso-
 Iation of heart. His eyes again fell upon l renity.
 My dear DunalIen, I cannot describe to you the happiness l experience tt this mo ment.
 And yet Churchill, ycu seem to be in pain, and breathe with difficulty. Oh! that's nothing, interrupted he, let l my breathing be still tighter, and my pulse flutter on; now wish no delay. There
 was but one care which hung so heavy on
 my soul, I shrunk from death, l had not
 faith to cast it on his mercy, who in this precious volume invited me so to do; and he has in gentleness condescended to show l me ere depart, that he is the nearer of prayer. My beloved Dunallen, you were that painful heavy care, and you have been brought to me. You have promised to a. bandon that course which was leading you to everlasting darkness. You have prom ised to study this volume, which will guide
 you to that state to which I now hasten, I
 have no farther fears. My friend is re- claimed Gracious God | thank thee !-- He sunk back.quite exhausted thought he was gone, and rang violently, then raj sed and supported him on my breast. His mother entered accompanied by a woman whose countenance expressed the deepest sorrow they were both deeply alarmed; but though Churchill could not speak, he smiled and motioned to them to approach. Let me relieve thee, said his mother to me.
 No, said Churchill, faintly; he seemed pleased to lean his head on my breast, and he took his mothers hand, and attempted to speak, but could not. You need repose, my dear Edmund, said she.
 Heel repose, replied he, in a low calm voice.
 Thank God, you always do, Edmund. Suffer me, dear madam, to watch his repose, said I, dreading to be tern for one moment from him.
 She looked at me, and then at him, and she attempted to smile, but burst into tears.
 believe must be left with you, nurse, said he to the woman who had entered with his mother, and attempt to recover little strength for one more evening service with you all.
 I reluctantly yielded my precious charge and followed Mrs Churchill to an apartment
 where her family was assembled. It was a numerous one: the youth whom ! had
 already n,and six boys and girls young l CT.
 Are all these the brothers and sisters of Churchill? ? asked I. All but this boy, re- piled Mrs. Churchill, he is my child, and
 Edmund's brother by adoption he is an orphan. She introduced them all to me by name. Edmund has been brother and tu- tor, and father, and friend to them all, she added.
 Mrs. Churchill spoke with composure, but the children could not restrain their feelings. George, the oldest, left the room and the little orphan boy, threw himself on the floor, and hiding his face, wept bit- 1 terly.
 Poor George, said his mother, he can appreciate his brothers character; know not how he will bear -,she stopped: but recovering herself, said, God can give strength suited to our days of weakness. Griefdoe away all ceremony we were in a short time perfectly intimate, and I felt sweet pleasure in having the little brothers and sisters of Churchill in my bo- som and hanging upon me. Mrs. Chur- chill spoke quite freely to me; and when George returned, ,and saw that we all wept he staid and gave vent to his grief without control.
 Churchill soon sent for us; his counte- nance frightened on our entrance, but he appeared extremely i'll. All gathered a. round his bed and the children seemed to have their particular places near him. The youngest slipped down from my arms climbed upon his bed, and getting as near him as she could, put her little face to his.
 He smiled ,and kissing the rosy little cheek then looked on all the children with an ex- pression of melancholy pleasure, The servants entered, but turned away their faces when they saw the pale looks Of thair vo,.po ooastor and tho little head