Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1850-12-23

look OF ner Lord and Master!
Had she seen the face of her lover b.
side her! In moment she was riser
blushing and almost retrealing, her hea
beating violently with emotion. In mo
ment he had clasped her in his arms, an
imprinted kiss upon her pious lips. Il
moment, mon they were the happisst of hap
Py lovers! So
THIRD VISIT. - --a
| A FEW years had rolled on. It wa
near tho sunset hour of another CHRIST
MAS! The Bells pealed softly, almost tr ec
ly, yet unwilling 10 stay their song. Thei
closing, sad, sweet notes, came forth touch
ingly, and made the world feel sorrowful
II was pathetic chime: Again the,
came to me:a IL. g.a ... ID. s..--
Another vision!! said they. Follo,o ,,ou
and see her end! See the end of her 40,
t'sice have seen before! Sss her disI-.
See her die! See her .oending Homeward
DYING! On couch that carght The set
ting sun, luy an emacia,ed form. Ema
cia,ed, yet lovely, YET bright. yet beau
lilul! Almost Heavenly Tor as human
creatures, sanc,ifed and purified, draw nigt
the end of the Lile.path, the brightness o
the glorious land to which they are sc
nearly approaching, shines through than
upon mortal vision; and they stand among
the highest evidences Of christianity.
Could it be she whom we saw in the
molber's arns, years ngo?-Whom we
saw in lovers arms, but few years
ago? That same pensive eye. and those
same golden locks, told US Yes-a sad
Yes! Sickness, deep seated in her delicate
frame, (ah! that pensvenessD had brought
her there. Consumption, that destroyer
Of so many lilies Of our land, had fas,en-
ed upon her, and his work was soon done.
The death painting was on her cheek
the death-light in her eye! She had borne
the attendant pain with uncomplaining
voice, saying that lie, her dearly beloved
Saviour, had never complained, nor would
she She was following his shining path;
and there were too many glories on the way
to allow her to devil upon her human pain.
AS she drew near the grave, that place
Where He had also been, her immortal
spirit felt greater aud greater yearnings
for the brish, and beautiful Land whittier
He had gone. She felt Eternity coming,
with rapid step, in all its realities, and her
soul was au,,ering with faith and hope.
Human love was around her. That
faithful and now aged mother held her re.
clining form in her arms. Eler devoted
father was looking on with fearful calm
ness; and her lover was kneeling at her
side, holding her shrunken hand.
Now the Bells peal slowly, softly, ,though!-
fully. -
Smother, the Bells speak to me now as
ever they did-telling me Heaven is ready
for the soaring soul Oh, how sweelly
!hey..chime nv death hymn! List! They
say human love is feeble-human love is
" weak--human love must suffer. But His
love is omnipotent-is never weak-can
never suffer. Hear them tell that this is
not our home-no, the Christians home-
TO tarry here, but to do good works. Come
home! come home! come home! and rest!
hey say; and rest!" .#r-
Now the Bells had ceased. Slowly the
sun was sinking. His golden and purple
beams fell in glowing splendof on her death
couch. Mother, father, lover, bent over
her, as the breath came slower and slower
Her eyes looked lovingly upon them. How
could she leave them? How could she stay
nway from Heavenl Human love was
now tearing her soul. Then her lips NOV:
cd, and she closed her eyes, and turned
them above. She grew composed;-,here
was calmness,a a smiling calmness, on her
pa,e, beautiful face, that seemed 10 have
come from the source whittier her heart
prayer RS had been directed. .azss k~z =
ssrHe, my Bible, Charles, and read me
soothing. 1t is my treasure.
the 'fount Of. every blessing. In sorrow,
in JOY, in health, in sickness, | have found
in i. a comforter, and on inspiration un-
speakable and flowing with glory. Now,
on this blessed Chrissmas,-a the sun sinks
6h his Eo!aen couck,-let ne hear it speak.
ing to me as lie upon this my last bed, the
day Of life almost ended, telling Of the NOR
row, and the hopes il has planted within
me. Let me Listen to some Of its precious
promises, ere ! go to experience their joy
Gus fultillment.'
How was it with him whom she reques-
ted to rsad-her lover! With falserins
hand, and n fearful eye, he reached The
Bible, and again kne't at her bedside =
w hat should he readl He was no, a
Christian he had been rowing ever since
boyhood's early years. Call upon call had
God sent him TO wean him from the pleas.
ures Of the earsh. Here was his last call!
"a call that no human heart could resist.
He opened the sacred book. whose puges
he had scatce ever looked upon since early
youth, and inadvertently fell upon tha.
glorious Chapter beside which Homer and
Virgil, and the poets Of earth, are nothing
the fifteenth Chapter of-"Paups First
Epstle to the Corinthians. What chap
ter to read beside dealh.bed! The dim
curtain of dissolution, hiding the Future, is
torn away, and breaking light is seen
clearly, shivering in the darkness-wh'le
the trumps and voices immortal are heard
sounding their deathless notes. lie read
with sobbing broken tone,to her VINO lay
there, with her eyes full of hope and ant'c'
;na,;on and love and piety.