The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1846-07-04

U6 last NANi weep nov NY hlseIi upN
cause may go next, The time at best is
short, and must work while the day lasts
| did not answer. My heart was full and
/ turned away, That day my brother as
cenlcd his pulpit 10 conduct the funeral sci
vices, and in them he did make OF her life
lesson to al present, but when he sd
dressed himself particularly to the young,
the middle aged, and The old, his eyes kin
died, and bic cheek glowod, as he varied
the subject to present the king OF Ierrors
in different light TO each, Then he turns
ed to Ihe mournors. .4nd who were they!l
His own aged father, the comPauion for
many years of her who was before them in
ner shroud, His own brothers and sisters
and the IilIo ones of the third generation,
whose childish memories had not even yet
forgotten her dying blessing, He essayeo
To sneak bat in vain. The flush faded
from his cheek ill he was deadly pale II
gain he attempted 10 address Us, and again
in vain. lie raised his hand, and buried
his ace in The folds of his white handker-l
chief also covered my eyes, and 'hereI
was deep stiffness through the assembly
Atlhat moment thought more oil the llv.E
ing than of the dead; and then there was
rush among he congregation, like the sud-
den bursting forth of mighty Ior:snt,
raised my eyes, but could see no one
in the puIpiw The next ins!antt was fill
cd. also pressed forward, and unimpe-
dsd asCended the steps for all stood back
thatl might pass. reached him as he
lay upon Ihe seat where he had fallen, and
the handkerchief, which was still pressed
to his lips, was wet with blood They|
bore him down, and through The aislei and
when he passed the coffin, he raised his
head, and gazed moment upon that caIml
pale face. Then casting upon all around. al
farewell glance, he sunk gently back, and
closed his eyes.
4 few evenings after, | was sitting by
his bedside, The bright gow OF a se!ungI
sun penetrated the white curtains OF bis WIN
dows, and fell with sofened lustre upon
his face. The shadows Of The contiguous
foliage were dancing upon the curtains, the
floor, and the snowy drapeIy Of his 5edi
and as he looked family up, he murmured'
Gil is beautiful world; but the other lsI
glorious, % very glorious! and my mother
isihere, and EndicOh. See! they are
bcckosing to me, and smiling jOyiully!
iIolher, dear mother, and Endc0n | am
coming'
His voice and looks expressed such con.
vic,on Of the reality Of what, he saw, thai
! also looked up to see those beautiful spir-
its. My glance Of disappointment recalled
him and he smiled as he said, i think it
was dream, bu, it will be reality soon
Do not go,' said he, as | arose 10 call for
others. DO not fear, sister. The bands
are very loose, and the spirit will go gently
and perhaps even before you could return,
re.seated myself, and pressing his
wasted hand in mine, watched,
AS through his breast the wave CT life
Heaved gently TO and lrO.'
A few moments more, and was alone
with the dead,
We buried Winthrop by The side OF En-
dicou w., aud Ihe old pastor was soon laid
beside them
Years have passed since then, and still
/ We 10 visit those three graves. But other
feelings mingle with those which once pos
ses7ed ms soul hear those whose high
vocaiions was once deemed sure gu2ran
tee for their purity, either basey caIumna>
ted, or terribly condemned. Their moral
ily is questioned, their sincerity double J,
their usefulness denied, and their preten-
srons scoded at it may be that unhoIy
hands ate sometimes laid upon the ark, and
that changes of times forbid such extensive
usefulness as was in the power of the clcr-
gymen of New England in former days.
Bot when there comes a muIlcring cry oI
Down with the prieslhOod!' and a denial
cf The good which they have effected, my
soul repels the iOsinuaiion, as though il
were bIasphemy, think of the drs' three
pastors of our village, and reverence the
ministerial office and its abOrs,
IrI buItememoer only
That such as these have lived and ditd.