Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-02-10
A wife. daughter, the mother of help

less infant, lew mOhtHS Olu, was eoiieu
away. II was Louisa. She had long ln-
cered by the side Of Jordan's stream. Still,
perhaps, her freed spirit hovers round 10
beckon onward those fathers and mothers in
Israel who oft times have poured forth their
tears upon the holy altar, for that pure spark !
Of love which now glows within her breast. /
Blu, that spirit is viewed no more by mortal
eyes. TO cheer the heart of beloved moth
er: uor can she By her smiles, soothe the
b-eas, of mourning husband. The babe
which was her constant care, weeps; but
no fond mothers hand is near TO wipe the
tear that trickles down its lule cheek. She
once filled her seat in this little Bethel as
mourner; but she has left her name as an
heir redeemed by Jesus love. Long had
she sought the Lord sorrowing, till faith
Jesus unveiled his loveiness in such full
mess. that she felt there was indeed a balm
in Gilead, and physician there. She
could talk of the earthly ca>ket which she
had in measure despoiied, and how the
! oyerflowing tide had cleansed and purified,
and made il fit temple for the Holy Spirit.
All! thought Louisa, how great the change!
] And greater sIilI was that change when the
curtain of time cell, and that Of eternity rose,
and the spirit disrobed of its earthly mantle,
entered another world. With trembling
steps she approaches the brilliant throne,
and there receives the glitterng harp. She
stTikes-hark! each note vibrates more full
and flowing.
Age after age passes by, and curtain after
curtain ri>es-the blaze of glory increases,
until no longer trembling, she strikes with
bold hands the angelic instrument Pure
as the melting light which shrouds her
Maker, she basks in the sunshine Of his
smiles; possessed of knowledge, deep, bound
less, she penetrates the audience chamber
OF DeiIv. She looks back over the cycles
of eternity and sees IN the dim distance
the few Aee moments o: time. spent in the
service Of her Savior while on earth. She
pauses and asks, "how came here ?" A
sister spiit within the lofty batllements
points 10 the crimson tide Of the bleeding
Lamb. and Tells how once he groaned ane
) died for sinners; even for her; what add
, TO her cup OF joy is, that no beclouded sur
will ever ri>e TO hide her Jesus from he
sight. Her song will still go on. and the
same thrilling notes which will occupy be-
harp au;: tongue. for ages yet to come, viii
sill be borne along on the heavenly breezes
and aSshe wends her way still farther dowr
the vale of years, the Eereaved HUSBAND
}. lingering upon immortal shores, will stretcI
J; his feeble vision, but behold her not Sht
is lo~t-Io>t in the bounLless ocean of he
Fathers love-"
The above obituary Of one coIored female
so beautifully written BY another, has,
r. mist confess, awakened in my own min
II very serious reflections. which | may nc
:" be allowed TO withhold fron Others.
81 1s'. If The fifteen hnnti' Ell thousand CO.
Up ored females of the UHired States, now i
TX cruel bondage, and with few exceptions i
IS brutal ignorance, -subject 10 seductive in
faenceS, and the unbridied 1usls of the dc
siroyef, were only free 10 walk unmoIeste
in The paths Of virtue and piety, and bea
y untarni~hed the image Of sheir Maker, a
= they take their exit tc the world of gfor,
< how would The diadtm of The King Etc
~ nal glory with such gems as the departe
u Louisa?
81 Could they enjoy even the ordnar
advantages possessed by white people, f
Ut mental and moral culture, how many lii
Il. rriet Hunter, (now Linsay) who penne
&c 1he above lines would bless this dark wor
- By their iI.haence, and shed upon it the
nc borrowed though lovely beams of heaven
De light.
- Fall many flower is Jorn to blush unseen,
,J And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
he This language Of The poet is true only,
ire cause the infdelity of wicked world max
he it so.
in 81. ff such be the destination of those
the sable hue, who like Louisa, inherit Il
g. precious promises in this world Of vsorro1
=, and by virtue Of that "erimson tide" whit
bo flowed on Calvary, gain admission to Il
al heavenly mansions, what unutterable shan
49,. and confusion must await those of O
no guilty race, whose wicked prejudices crea
-. the "negro pew" when once they enter Il
i portals of eternity.
cir Thy friend aod brother,
40 HIRAM WILsoN.
nd
a. o.U for S,oto -.