The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1854-05-23
The Land Reyond the River.

| 1t was lovely day. The balmy breath OF
June waited the rich fragrance of the summer
flowers, while the warbliug song,lers Of the
grove chauted sweetest melodies to their Crea.
tor God; and in their most meodius strains, Wed
with all created Nature in rendering praise to
the Fountain of all blessings The golden orb
| of day was just sinking behind the western
wave, and its last lingering rays, as though "ath
to leave the scene, still shed their halo of mel
low light upon it lighting up the arch of heaven
and gliding the feecy clouds with the tInts OF
Paradise. The whole scene is one OF surpas-
sing loveliness. But kind reader, willie your
heart is filled with praise and love to the boun-
litul Giver Of all good, 60 with ne and learn to
adore his richer love.
Little Ella was diving. Pain no longer rack
ed her weary linbs Under the touch Of tn"
icy hand of death, the fever that for days had
been drying the blood in her veins was rapidly
cooling aud the flush was fading from her
thin cheek. The dying little one was dear to
many hearts; theirs was the grief too deep for
| utterance, and in the silence of bitter, fearless
agony, they stood around her d!isg couch, for
they knew that she was departing. The ia.
ther and the mother and the kind physician
stood bending o. er the form of the Lowell child
watching her lal,ored breathing. In apparent
sleep, she had for some time been silent, and
they thought that it might be thus she would
pass away. But suddenly her blue eye open.
| ed, and smile of heavenly sweetness rested
upon her features. She looked eagerly for
ward at first, then turning her eyes upon her
mothers face, said in a sweet voice-"M"ther,
see that beautiful country, beyond those dark.
rushing waters. Oh, how beautiful! What is
the name of that country, mother"
q" can see nothing, my child" said the mo.
| ther.
"Look there, dear mother" said the child,
pointing again, ''can you not see it now e See
how those angry waves dash along thnse rocks;
and oh! what Il beautiful country beyond-lhe
sun shines SO pleasantly, aud see sch beau
fll flowers, and the birds sing SD >weatly; oh !!
they are so near me now. can almost touch
them with my hand, and the people all look so
happy there. Oh! papa, can you not see be-.
yond the river? Tell me the name of that
land"
The parents exchanged glances, aud replied
together, "the land you see is Heaven; is it not
my childg,
| "On, let Ile So. DuL HOW SIlall cioss IuaI
deep, dark river9 Father, carry me will you
not See, the angels are waiting for me. =.
Oh, father, take me in your arms, and carry me
across the river. must Co."
A solemn awe pervaded the room, as if they
stood upon the very verge of eteruity-as if
the curtain was about to be Withdrawn that
concealed the unknown glories Of the eternal
world.
"My child, will you not wait with US little
mine will soon bear you cross the river. Stay
with your mother little longer see how she
weeps at the thought cf losing you."
"Dear mother, do not cry, but come with me
and cross the stream. Come, father, come
angels are whispering in my ears, and see a
being standing upon the other shore who is
smiling upon me, and stretching cut his arms
to take me. Now he is coming down into the
river to carry me across. | must go-come
with mel" and stretching out her little arms for
a last embrace, she said, "good.bye, father
goodbye, mother. Don't you be afraid he has
come to carry me safely across the river"
And these were her last words Gentle did
they lay the fair form back again upon the pill
low, and kneeling at the bedside, those grief:
stricken hearts thanked God for this lesson of
love, and prayed for resignation saying, "The
Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away,
blessed be the name of the Lord"
GRApEs.-A great drinker being at table
they offered him grapes at desert. Thank
you said he, pushing back the plate; 4 don't