Litchfield enquirer., 1845-11-06
From Ghe NesO HaveR COsUier. THE THREE EiAPPIEsr DAYS.


 nsy siOss fo yOm, sOGs Ebe seat in hGppiness but hhis," (the dying day.l 'is Ahe most jOuiI 0f Ghe t'Tee. ."-[Dying words of Mrs. F.. Of New Haven.
 Let us pause with reverent spirit. as we hush spell bound every vain and trihing feeling; and with deep human sympathy, and earnest love, draw near to contemplate an immortal soul. with all its unfatbomable powers and capabilities, passing the decisive crisis ot its eternal destiny The Earth con tains not spectacle of more momentOhs interest, of more absorbing and mysterious grandeur Let us approach this scene, laid far from the caor of
 noisy, hurrying world, absorbed in tries, and ea- gerly buried in what is utterly valueless; in gas- ping haste to accomplish what is totally unimpor- tant Here, then. is ? small quiet room, hushed in calm tranquilityi from whose half open case- ment you catch a glimpse of pure blue sky, and sunlight dancing on the bright green leaves of rows of stately elhs, while it causes to glitter like furnished gold. the pure tall spires eachng tow ards cloudless summer sky What is there here to awaken emotion! Glance in. The apartment has one inmate. and she agentle, young girl, not yet out of the dewy blush of her opening youth.
 She is bowed in fervent prayer, and her beaming eye. radiant with new born joy, that, all unspea. kable and full of glory. sheds over her features halo of brilliance No earthly eyes are witness to this scene, no human soul, save her own, dreams of what has transpired; and the occasional foot fall beneath her window, passes heedessly on, accord :ng to the whim, caprice, or business of the voli. tion by which it is directed. A few hours since, beheld her passing through the deep waters of bit- ter sorrow. Lovely and winning, the fairy like grace and beauty with which she was gifted, had drawn tide offattery upon her willing heart, and she would have deemed it sadly unjust had any one hlnted that she was not as good and pure, down in the deep abyss finer unsearched heart, as neec be desired, or that she needed thorough transforma- l tion.
 But she now felt otherwise; that to stand iusti- fled in the presence of Infinite Love, something more like Him, than the deep sel6shness of the human heart was needed. So she bowed in deep mourning of spirit. Feeling herself sinner, here turned an unutterbly thrilling point ot her history. She had arrived at that spot where conse. quences too transcendant for our feeble minds to l attempt to grasp, were at issue. The Supreme was present at the struggle; ministerng spirits were watching, with intense interest, that days decision But the great Covert, drew her helpless spirit into His own balwark of everlasting protection. and thenceforth weak girl, could defy the combined powers of Earth and Perdition, and over all be more than Conqueror. The destiny of her spirit was imlnutably settled m ocean of un(athomable and illmtable blessedness; and while glorious beings above, deemed the event of sufficient mo- ment to tune anew their harps to gladden. hosannas | sweet peace swept like an unmeasured sea, through all the abysses of her disenthralled soul. few years passed on, and calm Sep tember twilight breathed tranquilly abroad. Grad ually the bright eyes above us, had peeped through the deepening vault. and were fast assuming their
  were approaching church, and pressing in. The clergyman was already at the altar when the other principals entered. If you glance at the sweet downcast face beneath that white veil, you will rfcGgnze in their hsant5f n iss ihe se~ most Important m0ve;in her career, as with falter- ing step, leaning oh that arm which was to be her support thenceforwatd through the earthly sooirn; she passed in her pure 1ovliness down the dimly lighied aisle seeming in her bridal robes. like some ta A In >hroa eN chords of her trembling spirit, and awoke, along with rich tones of harmony and happiness, soft murmur ings of atearful solemnity. Yet,the flowing forth of the fullest trust which mortal may place Tn mor- tai, towards him into whose fond guardianship she Was now to yield up her future history; only. next to her Eternal Friend. head and guide; sense of divine approval; while heavenly peace, mingling with the sweet depth of earthly affection was beam. ing in subdued light from beneath her dropping lids all these filled the we'll spring of our heart with happiness. {, =. Since the last scene, the King of light had not described one annual cycle, when we view another hushed room. Upon a couch, at whose side is the strength of stern manhood bowed in bitter agony and tears reposes the dying form of lovely young creature, not passed the sweet morn of her youth vase of bright blossoms shed their fragrance at her pillow, and none could glance from their dewy beauty 10 that farer fower snapped in its just de- veloped loveliness, from the sunlight of affection, and the sweet air and odor df athousand heart clinging ties, joys and duties, to be cast in the graves darkness, without burst of tears. The very birds, as they hopped on the branches by her open window, would pause on one tiny foot, and uptufning bright timid eye, seem to glance pity ing at that sad scene But what an unjust view am taking ofsdch death! There was no sadness in the Huttering heart of the young pilgrim, just reaching the close of short journey. In the dim presence of the dread King whose steathy step was even now upon that. floor; was no sorrow felt, save in his breast who gazed upon treasure he had tor so short time been able to call his own. As. the lamp of Tiff burnt low in its socket, it seemed 10 rally all its dying strength to shoot up glow of splendor soon to go out on the darkness of this world but to dart onward all unseen, into eternity, and become quenchless glory for ever and ever And that light perchance, poor stricken mourner shall visit Mee in its dazzling radiance, unseen, because too pure- | ly giittering, but not unfeit in many dark hour | of thy heaviness. A ray from the land beyond the river had strayed over, now that she was so near its brink, and in this celestial radiance those cold dark waters shone and sparkled like waves of Ieap- ing gold, that instead of threatening to overwhem the fral passenger across their searchless depths promised safe joyful conveyance to blssiul har- | bor
 She, turning full of affection to him, who might see his beloved but to the brink, and then resign l ing her, turn back to tread alone the dust and drought of the wilderness; told him her busy mem- ory touched with mellow light her land marks ot life when her soul threw of its shack1es; when | bride, the future stretched out u sunny vista, with her foot on the threshold she stood in love and happiness and told him that now when no cloud had darkened, no earthly tie weakened she hailed this departing day, brightest, sweetest of them all
 "Yet again we hope to meet thee,
 When the day of life is fled.
 Then in heaven with joy to greet ttee, \ Where no farewell tear is she'd" :. E.. L.