Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1838-10-31

ing AcI dIulS drOuuu ueE uuSDduuS neck, 1
am going to die and be with Jesus. | long
TO be at rest" She then seemed quietly to
swoon away. Her pulse became more and
more feeble. She said but little, only that
1t was very chilly, and frequently inquired
what time it was, until about half-past ten
o'clock, when, as all were watching for the
last beating pulse, to the utter establishment
of all present, she awoke in an ecstacy of
JOY. 90" said she, show happy am! |
am going to die and be with Jesus. / long
to go and be at restp' She spoke ofthe light
as pouring in upon her soul, in manner in
expressible. She took each person BY the
hand, called each by name, talked with them
separately, thanked her dear neighbors for
their kindness, wished all might live we'll,
that they might die as she did. CO." said
she, "can this be death? If so, it is easy
dying!-
Jesus can make dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on his breast lean my head,
And breathe by life out sweetly there
Yes" said she, after repeating the above
stanzas, 81 know it by experience" After
conversing with all present, she wished all
to retire but her husband, mother and sister,
She then spent some time in conversing and
praying with them, giving them advice, dis
tributing her wardrobe, and requesting her
husband to be faithful to her brothers, and
desired TO be buried by the side of her sister
in Windham; then said, 81 am dying."-
The trlelds again returned to her room, to
whom she made a few general remarks. Ad-
dressing her mother, she said, "What if, af-
ter all, l should not be happy? But l shall
be; there is no doubt of it," She then call
ed for her little Licortes, kissed him, COM
mended him TO God, and soon said she wish
ed no longer TO see the light of this world,
and laid her hand upon her eyes, lest she
should commit another sin, which she seem
e9 to dread infinitely more than death.
During the whole of this conversation, and
much more which was peculiarly interesting
to her friends, and which gave abundant ev-
idence of preparation to go to heaven, she
was entirely free from pain; and although
she had become so weakened by disease that
she had for several days been unable TO turn
herself in bed, and could scarcely utter a
loud word, she now conversed during an
hour and half, with apparent ease-with a
clear and full voice, turning from one side
to the other, as occasion required, with no
unusual effort, manifesting clearness of tho't
and earnestness of expression seldom wit.
messed. At IL o'clock, she began to fai
rapidly, and said but little, only that she fell
no pain,-only little cold. The chill O
death was ON her. Her breathing became
shorter, until a quarter before one o'clock OF
Sabbath morning, September 23d, 1888
when she fell asleep in the arms of her bless
ed Redeemer, at the age of 81 years l
months and days.
cop says her husband, "the heavenl,
smile that rested upon her conference.-the
image of the Savior, as depicted in her eve
ny expression, infinitely exceeded what tn
pen can describe, or even imagination con
ceive! And" adds her husband, "she lei
me, as pledge Of her love, one only, da1
ling child. 1t was a lovely infant Ever
feature, as | would have tits complexion
hair, eyes, form of its head-all indicate
that it might prove faithful memento of il
mother-the solace of his father. But alas
it could not be spared for my consolation
The young immortal could not be separa
from its mother. The same disease whic
fastened her dissolution, sought out the da
ling son, and made sure of its victim" O
. the Thursday following her death, it die
:, aged 5 months and IL days. The mother
: grave was opened, and it was laid by h
- side.-They sleep together until the NOR
20 ing Of the resurrection.
: Peculiarly applicable is the following p
\ EN-, from the pen of Mrs. Sigourney, entitl,
"The Mother to her dying Babe."-
- "Hush, hush, my wang one,
Q Thy mother hovers near;
as Her breath is on thy pallid cheek,
ly Her whisper in thine ear.
e. She may not dry thy tears,
- Nor hold thv throbbing head
81 Oh, haste to these immortal spheres,
- Where tear was never shed.
ad Keen anguish wrngs thy breast
as And wakes the gasping sigh;
10 Cold dews are gathering DER thy brow,
And darkness dims thine eye.
'0A Heaven hath no throb of pain,
Wn Heaven hath no tempter's charms