The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-07-04
Vol, 8. No 80 Whole No, 466.

Emma; and the mother saw that the dnlIgli-
ter whose form often stole between her God
and herself, was dropping us u summer flow
Ell before the autnmnal ffosts. Meek, uncom-
planning, regardless of her own increasing i'll
ness, Emma RENTED not her usual labors,
until the remorseless pain in her side, the
wasting cough, the frightened respiration, and
excessive emacation, compelled her to be-
take herself TO that couch of suffering, from
whence she rose no more TO mingle with the
world. With the same reslgnedness with
which she had submitted to the ills of life, she
now yielded TO the power of disease and
death, and the chastened and religious
thoughtiulness which had been impaired TO
her character by her sorrowiul experience,
now became the gentle and holy aspirations
Of n nearly sainted spirit, for Heaven. No
wonder that her mother, whose affections,
rudely rent from every other resting place,
had fastened tenaciously about this sole re-
maining one closed her eyes to the possibility
of her daughters departure, and clung to her
even when she was nearly at the end of her
upward journey to the land Of the blest. No
wonder that despair crushed her to the earth
when she saw the only earthly light of her
life, the last hope of her heart perishing, her
last earthly rill ofcomfort drying up. To the
dying girl, her words were soothing and full
VI EOuHOlutuI. w It'll IlGT sic COlNeISGN, us
an angel on the threshold of heaven, of the
transcendiug glories of the world whittier
she was fastening and of the crown of bliss
full Immortality soon to be placed upon her
brow; but when the invalid slumbered, she
poured out the speechless agony of heart to
Him whose plying eye was upon her, lest
she should be tried above that she was able
to bear.
There lacked no use Of means to restore
the dying Emma, for many knew, loved and
respected Charlotte Austin and her gentle
girl, and frie Hds were liberal in their asss-
lance, and physicians assiduous in their ntten-
tons. But the fiat had gone forth; neither
medical skill nor the earnest prayers TO heav-
EN-, concentrated into every moment of her
mothers existence, would avail TO prolong
her stay; and from the bosom of maternal AT:
lection, Emma Austin passed to the bosom
of her God.
Hitherto Mrs. Austin in all her affections
had been enabled to say, "Thy will be DONE"
but now such desertness of soul was hers,
such stupor of depuir, that even the consola-
tons of religion came TO her like very mock
cry. A deep, passionless, HOPELESS wo was
hers, which finds no utterance in language,
no relief in tears; aud in the depth of her
grief, she asked, -"IIath God forgotten to he
gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his ten
der mercies?" None dared to profier to her.
words ofcomfort, but her friends sat and
wept beside her, feeling that her grief was
great. Time, that brings healing 10 the
deepest wound, at last brought tranquility to
her spirit, and though she seemed like one
whose affections are eutombed with the dead
she was again seen dischorging her duties
bowling in the Sabbath sanctuary, and calmly
mingling again with the living.
But could any eye have heheld her. she
laid morning and evening, A#he altar Other
God, her daily sacrifice, 1t woRld have wit
messed moments into which enough ofagon-
for a whole life seemed curdIra as she re-
membered there her wandering aud way
ward sons, and sought for acquiescence TO
the will of God i'll its varied appointments
concerning them.
1t is u blessed thought that as father pit
ieth his children, so the Lord pitieth us; that
whom he loveth, he chasteneth, and but for
this belief in the Infinite Father, who of us
could endure the multitarious trials to which
we are SUBJECTIVE ills which are our EARTH
~ Inheritance