Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1842-11-03
OBITUARY..
fCommunicated.

Through the wise dispensation of Proyi-
dence. numerous family were called vester-
day to weep over the grave of mother. 4
procession so melancholy and vet so interes-
ting, we do not expect to witness again. Pain
fu', indeed, 1T is to be separated thus from an
agreeable acquaintance, a virtuo,s friend, or
from brethren endeared to Us By thousand
sweet remembrances5 but eternal silence to
the cync tongue that would teach us to view
with cold Indifference the pale relics of fond,
devoted mother The sobs of thirteen sons and
daughters. following the bier of their beloved
parent, mournfuly interrupted the profound
silence ofthe surrounding multitude. And if
circumstances prevented her eldest son from
attending the melancholy ceremony, his Grief
was but the more poignant, and his absence
the more deeply felt Her eulogy was on the
ups OF her neighbors, her merit, swelling in
the bosoms OF her children. Long in the
memory OF many, will the gentle and afFec-
t,onate wife, the tender and viigant mother.
the warm and benevolent friend, be associated
with the name of Catharine Tsinger.
The consort, whom she has left in the scar
autumn of his days, will remain vet awhile.
and bedew her grave with the warm tear Of
soUt-felt sorrow but while his heart continues
It's motion, beam of consolation. unclouded &
holy, VIII llnger around it. For he will res
member how patient, how submissive, how
good, and how affectionate she was and he
will know that she must be happy, for the
virtucus never can be miserable He will re-
nect on the sweet composure, the calm resig>
nauon OF her last moments, and be assured
ehat her spirit even then enjoyed foretaste
OF heaven. He will look around him on the
numerous pledges of her love. and behold her
living again in her children. Tkev have &C.
companied him in the mournfiil ohseauies. and
often will they gather around their native
hearth to treasure the counsels of their father.
Heaven in its munifcence had made her the
guardian angel of so many immortal beings
fhey were feeble and defenceless. and she
TOOK them to her bosom they were hungry
ana she led them; they were thirsty, and she
gave them drink; they were sick. and she
watched over them. a thousand DAYS and a
thousand nights, with prayers in her heart. did
she kneel by the cradle of her children and
when the eyes of man grew heavy. and the
deep silence of midnight invited to repose. the
fond solicitude of q mother banished the lin.
son OF slumber. Well then NAV the widow
Led bosom bend over her grave, to that still.
small voice. not all confined to the regions of
OF fancy, calling through the portals Of death.
=" Come. thou blessed of my Father: enter
into the JOY Of thy Lord"
After many days, her children will assemble
ne the nome OF their infancy but the bright
smlie OF mother will not meet them at the
door ihey VIII pass through the chambers
where they played in their childhood but tbe
chambers will be lonely and silent. for she will
not be there. With decent humility. thew will
sit around the board of rural nlentv hit tba
voice that came SO soft and so holv 70 thew
hearts, Will lmpart a delicious sweetness 70
theif meals no more. They will go to their
various em7loyments, and mingle in the bus
tie OF the world; but they will find that ben
evidence and gratitude, friendship and patrio
tism' are empty names in comparison to the
nalioWed and inetfable affection of such n mo.
ther' In the teebleness ofinfrmity, they NAV
go to the stranger, and cast the fruits of their
toll at his feet; but the formal attentions of
cupIdlty will only serve to embitter the dear
recolections of maternal tendernesss No.
where IN this contumacious world. will they
ind one so devoted so tender, so faithful.
Long, very long thus, would nature persuade
mem TO indulge their sorrow The melancho-
~ spirit OF atf1lction loves TO hover around the
heart' and cherish such reflections. But rea-
son, Piety, and the voice of God will direct
their meditations to her own bIssfuI chance.
Sixty six years did she endure the ills of NOR.
tality; this day she is wranDea into tbe MON.
ing JOY and purity of a new state of existence
INFINITELY more exalted and glorious, beyond
me menace OF evil and terror of the grave. A
week ago she was under the dominion of
death; now she is in the realms of eternal
me- A week ago she beheld her children
claspng their trembling hands around the bed
OF her mortal agony; now, with the beatifed
spirits of her forefathers, sheisreioicing, free
renovated and happy, through the incompar
aple splendor OF heaven. For many.years she
had knelt with her brethren at tie altar erect
ed by human hands; sheis now gone to lzneel
with angels at the throne of God And often.
on; how often did she wish to follow her
children to their distant abodes. that she
might weep over their suTerings, and rejoice
IN their prosperity; now on the wings of the
morning, she can fly to their dwellings, and
If they must suffer, she can see the good for
which it is intended, and if they be haDnv she
viii rejoice in their felicity.
%, who would deem that heaven denies
Her free and joyful soul to go.
And feast tsfond, maternal ewes
On all she loved and }aft bi