The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-06-10

he South, returning in the spring very fragile, but
cry beautiful.
Joseph S. was sent abroad by one of the
boards Of Missions Of the Church. but his health
tailed, and he resigned his commission, while he
travelled through the Eastern world.
Three years fled with their usual swiftness. To
sarah D, they were very slow and painful
years, yet she was happy in her quiet way, and no
one dreamed OF the strange tryst she was longing
to keep on the other side Of the dark river, which
men 50 shrink from. She grew feebler daily as
the summer and autumn advanced, and in Decem-
Der she was evidently dying.
One day her mother had been out Of the house.
perhaps making calls; she returned at evening"
and among other incidents Of news which she had
learned, she mentioned to Sarah the death Of her
old friend Joseph s.
The fair girl was reclining in a large arm chair.
looking out through the closed window at the snow
on the ground, and the pure moonlight which sill.
Vered IT, There was no startling emotion visible
as her mother mentioned the fact which to her was
the most solemn, yet most joyful news the world
could give; for now, how much nearer was their
meeting saw smile fash across her face as the
joyful news reached her ear. l saw her forehead
raised to receive the caress which knew she felt J
she was silent for many minutes, and then spoke
IN feeble, yet very musical accents and boyishy,
wept aloud! Then she smiled, and looked at me
with finger upraised, and said,
Wait little while longer, dear W" And
then after moment, she said, Mother, is the
snow very deepl"
6 Not very, dear why do you ask %
Because, II it were deep,-l thought it would be
difficult for old Mr.. Smith to find our lot in the
graveyard. Are all the head.stones covered, mo-
ther!''
"What is the matter, Sarah What if they are
covered!
Mother, dear, it is useless to conceal it from
ourselves, or from one other. You know, and l
quite as well, that | am dying. have not wished
to live, only for thing did long for life, and
dreaded to meet death all alone but now | shall
not. W will tell you what | mean when am
gone. Yes, gone, dear mother. | shall not be
here any longer This chair will stand here, and
father and and you will rise and walk about, and
visit, and go in and out and sleep and wake again,
and so on, day after day, and | shall have no part
any longer in your cares and joys, Dear
mother, and as she uttered the last two words,
she put her around her mothers neck and
kissed her fondly, and sank back into her chair
again. l sat at her feet watching her matchless
features. A smile was fitting across them, now
there, now gone, yet each time it appeared, it
fingered longer than before, until it became fixed,
and so holy, so very holy, that grew bewildered
as gazed, and strange tremor passed through
my body.
The breath of peace was tanning her glorious
brow Her head was bowed very little forward
and tress escaping from its bonds fell by the side
OF her pure white temple, and close to her just
opened lips. 1t hung there motionless. No
breath disturbed its repose She slept as an angel
might sleep, having accomplished the mission oil
her God.