The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-03-13

IiIy. His widow was now about to be caIIeu
from this world. Her death was II hard one
She dreaded to die, or rather her agonized spirit
longcd to live. Our miserable relation TO each
other had poorly qualified me for the Office OF
counsc or, in such an hour rs this. have ncV-
er felt my sinful deficiency more sensiby thNn
upon this occusion. L was an awful 'rln''
When entered, DR.. Snuffler, the physician OF
MickIcfeld, was present, and no other person 4,
excepting the old lady's daughters Her MN"
was highly excited, partly with bodi'y PoiU'
partly by the dread Of dissolution, ana paf1y
by liouor. felt myself exceedingly cmbarras'
sed in the performance OF my duty. 1he ia'iii'-
iar. and even unidentified Intercourse, which was
an unavoidable consequence Of the dram drink
ing habits of the times, not only deprived the
present occasion of its so lemniiy, but ME" inc
prin cpal performer with a sense OF unseasona-
BILE didideuce and shame. "Dear DR.. Snut1er,'
said the poor victim, as drew near the bed, u
won't die" "Wel, WE'LL" said the Doctor, "welI
see about it may b you won't" ~ tell you
won't de- she replied. "Tho old lady's pretty
much lost her mind" said the doctor. "No
such thing" said she 81 tell you won't die
won't" Mrs. Kidder," said the doctor. "heres
Mr.. Mere diih, come to make prayer" | wont
have no praye r. said she ell have some
more apple-toddy." "She has had four tutn-
bcrs this forenoon" said one Of the daughters.
"Never mind" said the doctor, "it'll make no
difference give her another, and she'lllay quiet
or during the prayer" In such condition of
things I attempted to pray, the old lady Interrupt
ted me continually with cries for apple toddy.
and declarations that she would not die. re-
sumcd my seat The sweat stood in big drops
on my brow. "You are not well yourself, Mr.
NJ credilh," said HE doctor, rs he felt my pulse
| made no reply. My spirit had never been thus
exercised before. AS prayed, the thought over
powered me, that had been nearly four years
the pastor Of this dying Impentent sinner, and
that | had done literally absolutely nothing, for
the salvation Of her soul | almost fancied my
selfat the bar of God, holding in my trembling
hand the barren record Of my miserable stew
urdship. The doctors attention was soon called
to the dying woman. "She is going" said he,
'see how she catches at the bed. clothesn' A
midst the sound ofthe death-rattlc in her throat
though more and more taintly, she continued to
excaim, Il WON'T won't" The ruling pas
sion was still strong in deRth--for the very last
words that l heard were, "apple-toddy." One
strong cunvulson closed the .-Smgent's
tStngc- Coach.
A PRECIoUS THoUGHT.-Wha hat can be so con-
soling to the heart of feeble man, as the thought
that his Maker cares for him, and will save him
from the cruel tyranny of his sins! Hours of des-
pondency and gloom, often cast their shadows
over the Christians mind but when the sweet
impression reviss his soul, that his dear Re-
de emer for him it is sunshine with his
hear; again. What pen can reveal the precious
ness of the thoughts CT Almighty love that steal
into the soul with all their balmy fragrance. In
the silent hours Of night, when creation slumbers
around, one Christian on his bed, whose soul is