Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1850-12-23
is one, and the glory Of The terrestrial is

]. But how could he 60 oni Striving
!, sometimes almost inaudlbly, he. proceeded
t reading those sublime passages that follow
while she repeated many Of the most beau
lifuI of them.5 Then he came TO those
! master strokes OF mind. 1854 s!a4 ls4
"Forlhiscorruptible must put on incor
rpp.ioD, and this mortal mus, pu. on inl,nor
,ali,y. So, when this corrup,ibIe shall
8 have put, on incorruption, and this morla
: shall have put on Immortality, then shal
!. be brought 10 pass the Saying that is writ
r ten-Death is swallowed up IN Vic,ory!--
: q Death where is4 thy sting! O Grave
where is thy yic,oryp
! Then again the Bells began--they could
not refrairi at the sigh, Of, that dying cham
ber. Beautifully they mounted and mount,
! ed, and mounted, till they seemed lost ii
the high sky. -@. Hi .--.. .... sa
n "Mother, how sweet are the Bells.
feel as if my last pulse were heating, a.
they sound So sweelly on my rayished ear.
The bright sun is ending bis daily, course
and sinking in floods Of glory in the W est.
Thus, amid the Bells and the setting sun.
light, my young years nre ending-snk.
ing, like the sun in hoeds Of glory prepar.
ed for the dyingC gChris,ian by the good Lord.
1t is hard thus to die. Nv Hen was though
less, | feared such n; thing as dying; flow
ers and pleasures strswed my path, and
winds brought joy; and feared Death
But now 1t is sweet 10 lie on this couch,
while the Bells are pealing so harmonious
ly, and the Christmas Day is dying. and
breath out my last. ALI sorrow ni is to
leave you all. But it is only ior day
Soon shall we meet again.
| clark Whence does that music come?
cannot see you. Mother, Charles, Fathe,!
II cannot see your faces, though feel
your hands. Ls,! oh, lis!! Where does
it come from! Nearer and nearer! The
Bells die away on my ear. Nearer and
| nearer!'
''Now see-now see! Angels that
bore Lnzarus! They como for me--.or
me! DO you hear the music?--Do you
not see the anglesa Oh, how sweet, how
dear, how enchanting
'Charlss, keep my Bible for my sake.
1t is true-It Is the only Truth. Search
it--search it and follow Jesus. Then
we will meet. See the angels!--,hoy will
bear you home." faif r.; Je~ ..-
"Molher, Father, angels ara waiting for
US all. SEQ them around me! Come
come soon to our Fathers manson!
"They say, Come away.--Leavs this
vale ofteart! Now they y1lake me! Oh,
how lightl,!--Oh, how gently! Farewell!
There lay the beautiful maiden, with a
glory on her face lhu. the angels had Drop
ped in departing. Her golden hair stream
ing-her hands held up 10 the shining mul.
titude-her eyes bent TO them aboye.--I
There was the Molher-Abowed in grief,
sobbing I'LL her heart seemed burs ing
hiding her face in the raiment Of the ,uch.
There wos the Fathef--melled, in his old
days, in the deepest sorrow-vainly striv-
ing to stop the flowing Of his aged eyes
There was the lover with the Bible in his
hand, yielding himself 10 mourning and
wailing, while his heart was struck TO the
core. There they all bowed. in sorrow
and desolatioE;-but above theil bowed
heads were the angels and The lgh, hover.
ing! There they were-lhe dead, and
these mourning the dead-on the close of
that Christmas Day, as the Bells pealed
their last chime, that died away in The lar
upper mir! ...... ....-
The Father and the Mother, and the ag:
ed servants, soon were gathered to the dust
of the valley going home rejoicing in the
Lord. The Lover never forgot that DEATH
bed, nor its last instruction to him. In vain
did he strive to revel in gayety-that solitary
scene was continually in his mind, and its
sounds in his ears. He searched that Bible,
and in searching found the pearl of great
price, He laid hold Of Salvation, and soon
rejoiced in tile hope Of the skies. ..
Did that frail maiden live in vain? Did
she suffer and die in vain? An humble
Christian us she was, did she nothing for
him whom she loved in Heasen? See!
He consecrated himself,o to God;- gave
his body, life, and fortune, q living sacri-
flee to his Redeemer. Ie went forth to
preach Christ Armed with mighty
mind, and matehless eloduence, and filled
with inspiration, onward he went, drawing
hundreds Into the fold Of The Great Shep-
herd, until he was called at last to his
long Home, where were all he loved and
pray ed to be with. His death bed was
glorious place-shining and fragrant with
Heavenly presence! '
Again ihe Bells came TO me, TO toke
me OH a FOURTH VISIT. on a fourth
CHRisTMAs, to Heaven, to Glory!=-where
:he Cherubim and Seraphim sang praises
10 the Lamb !-where the Maiden, the Low
er, the Father, the Mother, had all Assem-
bleG! But shrank from seeing such
glory, and hearing such rejoicings, for
eafth would after become too wearisome a
place.
Rather let me tell you. dear reader,
what the Bells told me to tell you:
Point-said they--on this Christmas
tins, aUhen aAis glee and gaysty. to the
realities of the FUTuRE! Tell them to
prepare! To recollsct Him whoss firth
this day commemorate! To read Of
Hin!-Learu ~of -Hsm!-Becone one of