Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1855-06-28

Deborah turned and gave one glance from
the depths of her speaking eyes. | needed
no dearer answer. IS lou are mine 7! ex-
claimed with rapture.
She shook her head mournfnlly.
My heart sank within me. tore bough
from the tree we were slowly passing, and
needless of what was doing. stripped off
the leaves and flung them to the Winds.
know not how long We rode in silence. A
faint sigh reused me from my gloomy reve-
RE, and Deborah's voice broke the stiffness:
.sDo not think me unkind. nor" her voice
trembled, unloving. My heart rebels
against my decision. but it is an unsafe
guide. and may not trust il. My life IS
consecrated to my Masters service, and
though others may serve HIM more in other
ways, know that for me the path OF use
fuiness and upward progress is that OF SIN.
gle life. Love SO precious as yours would
bind me too closely to the earth and should
forget and wander away from Osewho loves
me far more than you. But Gregory, she
laid her soft hand gently on my arm, g. you
will be my friend, my chosen"-she hest
tated-" my befored friend -
An unaccountable caimness came over
me. | took the little hand IS Yes, Debo-
rah," exclaimed, "we will be friends for
ever!. While you walk ON your solitary
way too will journey on alone. ! ask
only for kind thought. kind look, and
sometimes kind word from you. and !
will be satisfied. Your MASTER shall be
mine. Like you ] will pass upward, and
when our love is chastened and purified from
every earthly stain, We shall meet to be sep
araied no more"
As spoke, we came to a sudden bend in
the road, and the moonlight s,reamed full
on Deborah's face, which shane with sera-
phic lustre, as if already gazing on the bliss
of heaven. Our eyes met, her hand clasp
ed mine, and angels registered the vows
which our lips could not utter.
We parted each of US to pursue LIES
weary way alone. We met seldom, and
then our words were few. Our affection
was too deep, too pure for uiterance.-
Through others | heard often of Deborah
of her patient, untiring, unsel6sh devotion
to the comfort of others /; of her unwaving
equanimity under every trial; of her meek
humility and unshrinking fortitude. Some
times | received few words of cheering
encouragement in her delicate chirography;
sometimes kind message, which bore to
me deeper meaning than the simple Ian
guage conveyed.
II is ten years since | saw her last. Time
had woven many silver thread amid her
dark locks. He had stolen her bloom, and
wasted her form but tender light still
beamcd from her eyes, and her face seemed
10 reflect the radiance of the world she was
approaching. Deborah was very dear to me
in her youth. In her old age she was un-
speakabiy precious.
Dehor n is gone. I have just knelt by
the green turf beneath which she is sleep
ing. love to linger there; TO remember
her sweet patience and child-like faith; to
recall tho many blissful hours she has all
ready given me and to look forward to the
many, many more which are before me.
think Of her as she walks the streets Of the
celestial city, as she mingles in the songs
Of the Redeemer, and | move onwith a
frmer and a lighter heart, seeking to work
more faithfully for my LORD till lis shall
call me home.
MASTER! it has been struggle Of many
yeats, but through Thee have triumphed !!
love my angel no,c, because she reflects
THINE image. ask no other heaven than
the enjoyment Of THysELF.