Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1852-1852, 1852-03-19

sick chamber, | heard noise seemingly made
bv several persons; but, on opening the door,
behold the patient, heaving about in his bed,
utterng shrieks and cries of despair; one do
mestic sat in silence by his bedside.
The invalid was naturally a fne.looking man,
of about forty years old, but wasted with dis
ease; his obtruding eye contrasted awfully
with his sunken cheek.
Doctor he cried, as we entered, save
me-oh, save me!
1T is near his last hour whispered the doc.
tor to me- and then speaking aloud to lis pa
tient-
'Pacify yourself-sleep, and I may save
YOU 1
But Tor year, month, week-that
may strive to be better-I cannot die now doc
tori will not you must save me!
In this manner he acted for awhile, upbrald-
ing himself for never having previously thought
of death the paroxysm did not, however, last
long; he gave one awful struggle, which threw
him on the floor, gave forth horrid impreca'
ton on his soul, and when the attendants, who
had just entered, raised him to replace him on
the bed, the spirit had taken flight ..
My friend, the doctor, called in to take tea
with me, Just before sunset, one cool summers
evening. 1t chanced that the foregoing Incl.
dents were the subject of our remarks, and |
was using them as an argument against iniqu-
ty aud disbelief; for my friend allowed, that
the young man, whom he Lad seen in his last
momeuts, had been rich roue; one who, for
the vanities of this world, had sacrificed his
hopes of eternal salvation.
Uncle cried my little niece, Anna, run.
uing toward me, with the tears streaming down
her rosy cheaks, Maria wishes to see you in.
stantly.'
| guessed the import Of this notice, and, in
vi;img the doctor, proceeded few rods, to Il
small cottage, which was the picture OF neat
ness, and we entered.
On bed, covered by n snow-white counter
pane, lay extended the withered but still beau
tlful form of Maria. Though consumption had
worn away the richness of hcalth-thoush her
eve had exchanged its once brilliant ustre for
the supernatural fire of disease, the same soul
was visible in her altered looks the same smile
of holy loveliness played about those hneleSs
lips.
am happy that you have come, said she
to me, 'and am delighted to sea your friend,
The last time, doctor, we met. WAS well and
happy, but disease has made me its victim.
Yes, am happy she added. turning to her
rgcd parents, who sat on either side OF the bed,
holding her hands III their own. How iin-
measurably happy | am, forl know that my
Redcemer iveth. have sent for you, she
continued to me, because feel so much bet
ter, and know that it indicates that my disso-
luton is at hand. TO me this situation is not
distressing. and bless the Lord that he has
vour!oa.cd to me th:s little strength before the
inal hour, that may give esdcnre TO mo'tals
Of tie power Of religion--ihu ! may assure
my father and mother that ! am happy, and
bcsccch them not to grieve that their daughter
is dead, but to recollect, that He, in whom she
has placed her trust, stands by her bedside,
ready to wait her soul to the regions of bliss.
Pine not, then, for me, but let the JOY with
which wait for the final summons, teach YOU
the value Of faith faith in Him who can not
onl, raise the dead to breathe again the atnos-
phcre of this world, but can resuscitate the
body TO enter an eternity of glory, My strength
is leaving mc--l feel shall speak no mo"e--
| hear the voices of angels about M couch
| see their winged forms lowering about mo
sec, they welcome me TO their eternal mansion.
r-mother--fiends, adeu L AT this mo-
ment her strength failed; her parents shed no
tears already they had received consolation
from her last words Suddenly she rose, and
with vchemence cried, Father, into thy hands
commit my spiritp aud then falling back on
her pillow, her eyes opened, and fell with Il
placid look upon those about her; they then
fixed lovingly on her mother, the lids relaxed,
dropped, the silken lashes fell upon her check,
and in few moments she brcathed no more.
AS we left the house, neither Of us spoke a
word; we reached my door, when the doctors
gig awaited him--he pressed my hand and
Jumped in
On the next communion day, | beheld my
worthy friend seated at the table.
BLESSED are the dead who die in the Lord
A MoTnER's INFLuENcE.--A mother teach.
ing her child to pray is an object at once the
lJ;n,o opd fondor thof tho In, o,rin fion