Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1851-02-08

In This place, on Saturday, the j., inst,
Miss DEBORAH daughter OF Dorcas Grant,
aged about 80 years.
For the last few months the sound Of the !
toling bell has been falling almost daily upon
our ears. Emphalically in our little village
"lhe moUrners 90 about the sreets.n Death
has been busy in many homes, borne upon
every breeze, leaving mournful vacancies at
many fireside, and oh more dreary vacan-
cies in our hearts. The accustomed seat in
many dwelling is ienanlless now. The
warm, quiet nook, which kindness had rem.
dered sacred 10 the inhrm, and aged, and
where the old arm chair held its older occn-
pant is vacant and desolaie. We miss the
dead and feel as we turn from their fresh
made beds in the cold earth that though the
voids in our homes may, in time be forgot
ten, or filed again, our hearts and our
memories will remain faithful 10 iheiI trust
until we sleep beside them. Many we have
known, and loved, have gone down since Au-
tumn's leaves began 10 fall, TO the quiet
grave. Age, manhood, and youth, have
each been summoned 10 the lonely grave.
yard
Among these was one, the last we follow
ed TO the home appointed for all the living,
whom we think entitled 10 more than pas
sing notice. Entitled because of the bright
record she has lett behind her of The religion
she proiessed in her brief lifetime, and
which so oilded her entrance into the eternal
gates of death. Entitled because the chris
tans' death-bed, adds new lusire TO the Bible
promises, and cheers the believers dropping
forget-ihat his Saviour will be "wiih him
always even unto the end ~
The subject of this brief notice has been
for some years past, consistent, humble
christian. Recently she was called to mourn
for beloved ones taken home before her. and
while this sorrow much undermined natu.
rally delicate constitution, it seemed to deep.
en- the character Of her pieiy and fix more
firmly, and securely, her heart and her aiec'
tions upon her Saviour, and her heavenly
home. Consumption set lis seal upon her
and for many weeks il was evident TO her
self, and all around her that her days were
numbered, her short life rapidly drawing lc
a close But death for her had no sting
the grave no victory! Her faith was so firm
her hopes so bright-she knew in whom she
had believed, and with that calm assurance
and quiet resignation which nothing but The
religion of the Bible can give, she awaited
The summons to cross Jordan's waters i
Deaths angel came al length but found he
unmoved in the faith, and hope grew bright
er as the last sands of life ran out, and giving
with her dying breath her testimony of tn,
sustaining power of the religion of the cross
she fell asleep in Jesus
The hour was be6lting one for a spiri
like hers to take its fight, Ia the earl,
morning, the night past and gone, and wher
our earthly sun shed his first beams upon ou
world, her redeemed spirit was resting il
her Saviour's bosom, the first bright day o.
her eternity commenced in Heaven.
She sings in Heaven rejoicing songs
We wall around her tomb
She dweneth in celestial light,
We hngeT the gloom.
, Let these our thoughts that jOyously
| Our sorrowlns bosom's stir,
That though she connot como tous,
Yer WE MAY GO HxH.