The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1850-08-08

was wont to tinge her cheek had given
place to an alternate hectic flush and
! deadly paleness. Her fine hazel
eve was still bright and expressive. but
he brilliancy was that which consump- |
lion never fails to produce. and the ex-
preston was one of unchanging PEN
ssiyeness. She was no longer the lively
and cheerful creature whose very step
gave evidence of contented mind,
and whose playful conversation COM
happiness to those with
whom she associated, but the ghost OF
what she was - she could only crawl
from her chamber to the parlor, and
from thence, when the sun shone
warmly out. to seat upon the lawn
Poor r, Sc! The first atRumnal leaves
were beginning to fall when she re.
turned to her home the last were still
rnnn .hs trees when she was carried to
her grave!
It is useless to continue such a mar
rative much further: nay, were there
not few details in possession of the
writer, which were communicated by
the clergyman who attended Rose du-
ring her last illness, it might Justly
conclude here. But these We are
tempted to give . a1d We give them in
the language of the Rev. Abraham
Williams, from wlom they were re-
ceived
THE disease" says our informant,
1gained ground upon her rapidity, and
in a little while she was no longer able
to quit her room. A sofa was then
placed for her near the window, on
which for an hour r two each day she
reposed. But ever this-the exertion
of being lifted from one place to an
other : became SON too much for her.
and S! e wholly kept her bed. The
calmness al d fo-titude which distin-
guished her from the first, never, how
ever, left her. Feeling, indeed, that
the hand of dea:h was upon her, she no
longer scrupled to speak of Elliot; but
it was invariably as of one whom she
had loved. and could still love, to idol
airy. Surely. God will forgive him.
said she, on one occasion. when the
sacrament was about to be admins
tered to her. i say not that he was
guiltless: oh! no, no! But | forgive
him, freely, freely! oh, most freely
and here clasping her thin white
hands together, 4 pray. that he may
be forgiven by Him who knoweth
whereof we are made, and who is moi
extreme to mark what is done amiss-" "
Mortal man could not witness such q
scene and re train his tears.
a had sat with her till a late hour
one evening, in the latter end Of Octo.
ber, and she appeared more easy and
cheerful than usual. Our devotions be.
lng ended, We had talked, as we were
accusevsucu ~ sdrA, pa - ~e .s.~ -.
happy cause Of her sorrow, and partly
of the children at the school. and the
poor families whom she had been won
to relieve, and | was rising to depart
when she laid her burning hand, gently
upon mine, and besought me to remain
few moments longer 1t is strange
fancy said she, but ! wish to give
a few directions respecting my funeral
Let no parade or show attend it. Lee
your sister. with five other of my mos
intimate acquaintances, land here she
named them,l carry me to the grave
and let no monument be erected owe
me. should like that few flowers
only, were planted. The Scotch ross
was ever fayorite with me in life, ant
| fancy that even in death would have
it blow near me. You will call me
silly girl for all this added she. smilins
like cherub, but you will indulge my
whim' Of course, | promised all tha
she required. Good night. Rosep sale
Lyon shall see me again on the NOR
row. Good nightp replied she; bu
to that morrow, no night will succeed.
Except the last words uttered By
Rose, as | was closing the door, l coult
not Sax my memory with anything pc
cnliarly solemn in our parting; ye
something whispered that We shoul,
meet no more. Neither was it desira
BILE that we should. Of her recovery
all hope had long been laid aside an,
however free from pain consumptiv'
patients may be in the early stage o
the disease, towards the last their suffer
ings are usually acute. Such had beel
the case Of Rose. At first her declin'
was anooth and gradual; her life ap
pear9d to steal away like the sand
through an hour-glass, or the waters q
a quiet river: but of late she had ez
perienced the pains Of dying in IN ord
nary degree: the kindest wish Of thos
who loved her, accordingly, was tha
her misefins might soon terminate
Nor were. they Of long continuance
The sound Of the passing bell 1t a
early hour next morning gave motto
thaf1Dme spirit had returned to Hir
who gave it, and upon inquiry it al
peared that Rose had fallen asleep
She diedLno one could tell when fl
the nurse who sat beside her hear
neither gpoan nor struggle; nor was
tilLafter several moments spent in O.
i amining her countenance that the f
male could satisfy herself that she wa
no more"
There are few scenes more innocent
or chastely affecting than the funer'
Of . young female, in that part Of th
cQunty where Rose Wilmot lived IN