Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1832-12-20
NY sIsTER's DEATH.

MY SISTERS DEATH.
shall remember that night, always
calm, still, aud beautiful as il was, and sa-
cred to her memory, whom my heart
(bat truce to revcric.) The sun was
shedding his last red beams on a hot Au-
gust day. An old poplar tree by the VIM
dow was rushing in gust of air from the
cool ocean, while every plant and shrub
shook itself with significant welcome, Us
My sister Harriet had lain al day oppres-
Sod by the heat, evidently sinking fast be-
meath the weight Of lahguor and disease
More than once ! had thought il was all
over, and Involuntary started as heard
low sweet voice, saying, Brother, place
me by the window, that may look once,
more on His works, and battle my burning
brow ONCE more in the fresh air it Is the
last time. feared her exposuresto the
wind, for we wrap the sick bed with cur-
tails, and forbid the air or light Of heaven
to stir their folds; but when nature has fin-
sished her work, and life becomes almost a
time that CGs, il were cruel to forbid the
parting spirirone FINAL look upon the earth.
So, covering my sister with her shaw, !
placed her as she desired. After glanciDg
at her room with its ominons furniture, all
.lphials and drugs-B Brother, (said she) they
have done all they could. Love has striv-
en- hard with death, but is It right, Henry,
I to withstand Him that numbersth our days
( Come very near me, brother, lmnst leays
I you oh, it is very painful. am atralt
10 think Of my mother and you. When !
am gone cherish, the little garden Of flow.
ers for. my sake, and 0ur bird foo; spooi
thing, he Will miss the hand thar fed iiins.
And-brother--plant my geranitim over
my grave and remember as you look ON il,
the happy years We have past. Henry, do
not weep. But our mother--who shall
comforr her Henry, you are q boy. you
can control grief, be every thing TO her !;
be more than we have both BEEN Tell
her we shall meet in heaven. Tell her,--
but mol speak wrong. She scil find
consolation ia God. Controlling myself
with difficulty, said, Sister, will you lie
down again, you will weary yourself be-
.yond hope Of recovery. A serene bright
ness came over her countenance as she re-.
plied--Loo at me, Henry, / am. not wea-
ry, am. not agitated, but am -dying.
! must sit here now il is but for once.---
/ am calm. He hath made his grace snf-
ficient for me- I am unloosing the bands
of earth. from my soul. Look forth now.
See where we used 20 gather violets and
yonder ID the thick pines our green bower,
with It's wFeathing honey-suckle, which we
taught ia climb on those old limbs. Do
you remember, brother, when the rude
wind tore il down once, yet il IS beautiful
as ever now !; so shall il be with me. See,
too, our garden; the morning giories are
all closed, and the roses have shed their
leaves, but oh,l look, (she presented my
hand, y that Star Of Bethlehem is in full
bloom. How IFS snowy leaves contrast
with the flowers. Hush now, the canary
His night song attunes well with the JOY OF
nature he cannot know that he is singing
my, ---my !--how beautiful the earth is to-
night !; unusually lovely. Those rays Of q
sunset have strange glory, as they dart
over the hill tops and die amid the solitude
of those old woods. See you that band Of
light it,seems 10 rest on yon barreprock
Il Is an emblem. that tho path Of glory may
be thro, lionel iness and dcsolasion. When
YOU sit,in this. arm chair. Henfys or!train
.she flowers, / kaow yon win feel desolats !;
but remember goswhere the sdowers fade
,no,---whefe tIle SIN goes not down torev-s
er.r When you are sad. think Of my last
words. We shall meet again ferpember
As Won look on the quiet stars that your Sis
ter Il, in His presence, who clothed Them
with glory /; as yOnread Of Jesus think u,
me, as in the midst Of Sersphimand Saials
singing the anthem Offhe fedeemer.i COM
fort our mother, TOO, With these words