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

The last. Nay, weep not, my sister, be-
cause may 60 next, The time a, best isl
ohuii end must work while the day lasts
| did not answer. My heart was full andI
turned away. This, day my brother as
cendei bic pplp pit to conduct the funeral SET
vices, snd in them he did make OF her Ili,I
q lesson to all present, but when he ad
dressed himself particularly to the young,
,be middle aged, and the old, his eyes kin
died, and his cheek glowed as he varied
the subject 10 present the king of terrors'
in dineren, light 10 each, Then he turns
ed to The mourners. Aud who were heylI
His own aged father, Tie companion for
many years Of her who was before them in
her sbToud. His own brothers and sisters
and the little ones Of the third generation,
" hose childish memories had not even YET
forgotten her dying blessing. Tie essaye0
to speak, but in vain. The flush faded
from his cheek ill he was deadly pale. Il
gain he attempted to address Us, and again
IN vain. lie raised his hand, and buried
his 4ce in the folds Of his white handker-
chief. also covered my eyes, and there
was deep stiffness through the assembly
Al tina, moment thought more OF the liv-
ing than Of the dead; and then there was a
rush among the congregation, like the sud-
den bursting forth of mighty torrent,
raised my eyes, but could see no one
in the pulpit The next instantit was fill
cd also pressed forward, and unimpe'
ded ascended the steps for all stood back
shat / might pass. reached him as he
lay upon the 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 aisle; and
when he passed the coffin, he raised bis
head, and gszed a momentupon that calm
pse face. Then casting upon all around
farewell glance, he sunk gently back, and
closed his eyes.
a few evenings after, was sitting b
his bedside. The bright glow Of setting
sun penetrated the white cutains Of his win
dows and fell with sofened luslre upon
his face. The shadows of The contiguous
foliage were dancing upon the curtains, the
floor; and the snowy drapeTy of his bed;
and as he looked family up. he murmured,
eIts a beautiful world; but the other is
glorious, % very glorious! and my mother
is there, and Endcoh. See! they are
reckoning to me, and smiling joyfully!
HIoher, dear mother, and EhdieoU | am
comingn
His voice and looks expressed such con-
vicllon 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, L think i'll
was dream, but it will be reality soon.
ID not co. said be, SO arose 10 call for
others. DO not fear, sister. The bands
are very loose and the spirit will go gently i
and perhaps even before you could re'urn.
re-seated myself, and pressing his
wasted hand in mine, watched,
'As through his breast the wave CT life
Heaved gently TO and Iro.'
z A few moments more, and was alone
win the dead,
We buried Winthrop by the side Of En-
dicou w., aud the old pastor was soon laid
beside them.
Years have passed since then, and | still
We 10 visit those three graves. But Other
feelings ming|e with those which once pos
sessed my soul. hear those whose high
vocalons was once deemed suro guaran
tee for their purity. either basely caumnia"
ted, or terribly condemned. Their moral
i,y is questioned, their sincerity double !,
iheir usefulness denied, and their preten-
slons scofled at i, may be that unholy
hands are sometimes laid upon the ark, and
that changes oflimes forbid such extensive
usefulness as was in lhe power Of Ihe cler'
gymen of New England in former days
But when tdere comes o mullering cry o
Down with the priesIhOod' and a denia
Of 'he good which they have effected, my
soul repels The insinuaIiou, as though i
were hlasnhpov hint of ,ba e., ,Lroo