Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1841-04-29

ed, apparently to say, Like tins rh"''
your day of hle be, bright and glorious;
but even 50 shall II vanish aud pass
away, though shining in noonllde sp'eh-
dor" A slight noise m the apartment
awoke bin, when, turning 10 d I"'r young
n uirl who entered, "Emhe, my daugh-
ter" said he, "come near me. NY
task is over: the requiem IS flushed
II NV rrquirm," he added, and II sigh es-
capped him, as present lame ana iuturo
| glory passed in vivid succession through
| his mind aud the idea, how soon he
must leave it all, seemed for u moment
too hard to endure.
\ son say not so, my father" said the
girl, interruptng him, as tears stood IN
her eyes you must be better-you
look better, for even now your cheek
has a glow upon it. DO let me bring
you something refreshing, for you have
had nothing this morning aud / am
sure we will nurse you well again. -
n" Do not deceive yourself, my love"
| said hc, 4" this wasted form can never be
restored by human aid, From Heavens
\ mercy alone can hope for succor and
II will be granted. Emile, in The tim"
Of my utmost nccd-yes, III the hour oi
death, will claim Ills he p who IL al
ways ready TO aid those who trust in Him;
! aud soon, very soon, must this mortal
frame be laid IN is quiet sleeping ACE,
and its restless soul return To Him who
gave it," The tender gIrl stood IN palid
! thoug II mute distress; not tear escaped
! her. The idea of death broke so sud
! denly on her miCd that 1t checked every
mode OF ulterance, and she gazed upon
his counteuaucc as in n dream.
| Death, AT any period OF. life, wears an
! awful aspect but never nUic So than 10
the youthful heat, whose every step has
been that ol health ano JOY, and whose
! bounding pulse, yet swayed by hope had
never been chilled by the surrows or dis
tracted by the doubts and fears that hang
J over our earthly existence. Thus it was
with Emile. United by the tenderest
sympathy to her father, and living, as IT
were, IN a world of music, no wonder that
she beheld death with terror as the de-
stroyer of all her happiness. The dying
father raised himself on his couch. "l on
spoke Of re!rcshment, my daughter; 1t
can still be afforded To my faIntIng soul.
Take these notes the last shall everpen,
and sit down to the instrument. Sing
with them the hymn go beloved by youl
mother, and let me hear once more those
tones which have been my delight, my
passion, since my earliest remembrance"
|. Emile did us she was desired, and it
seemed as il she sought relief from her
own thoughts; for, after running over
lew chords oI the piano, she commenced,
in the sweetest voice, the following lines:
II spirit thy labor is DER,
\ Thy term Of probation Is run;
| Thy steps now bound for the untroddcn
II shore,
n And the race Of immortals begun
u Spirit look not on the strife
H Or ihe pleasures of earth with regret:
Pause not on the threshold of lmilIess life,
\ To mourn for the star that Is set.
Il Spirit no irtters can bind,
I No wicked have power to molcst:
| There the weary, like thec-the wretchcd
II shall find
/ A haven, mansion of rest.
II Spirit how bright is the road
I For which thou art now on the wing
Thy home it will be with thy Savior and God,
/ There loud haleujahs TO sing"
Il As she concluded the last stanZa, she
! dwelt for few moments on the low,
melancholy notes of the piece, and then
waited in silence for the mild voice OF
her fathers praise. lie spoke not, and
with something of surprise, she turned
toward him lie was laid back upon
the sofa, his face shaded in part with
his hand, and his form reposed as if in
| slumber. Starting with fear, Emile
sprang toward him, and seized his hand,
but the touch paraly zed her, for she sank
scnseess by his side. lie was gone I!
With the sound of the sweetest melody
ever composed by human thought, his
soul had winged It's flight