Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1855-12-29
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The following LeatifNl testimonial, written upon the
ieath of Mr.. JANE PEoklAN, wifeer a. X. Peckham, Of
Ta1kllarrlsck, is rom one.swho knew her well j
hen death enter the f~soasdheld and removes a belev-
ed one FROM our midst with what Melancholy pleasure do
we recall every thing that 1einindssns of the departed
eeaeh glance 81 tie csc that will beam on us no more-the
tones Of avoice whose mnsic ii hashad forever-every Ii
iean Of The dear ares now hidden in the grave but
how much fnere fahais ihfwedwen OH the traits of char.
aettr by which thelq one was cnlacarcdto our inmost
hearts. -Weleye tosreak q Their virtues and excclencies
that others mas know the worth Of the treasure we have
list and sympathize IN our SORROWS. Mrs.. Peckham,
whose eanysaeath has broughtgfie to the hearts of a
tlarse circle o~frelations and friends, was peculiarly calcu-
lated toawakeas these feelings, for none new her but to
levether" Thonghlier gentle and retirinfg nature led her
70 shun rather than attract observation vet her amiable
disposition, her strong good sense, refined feelings, and
cultivated intellect, were sources Of pleasure to all around
her, and Wherever She moved a sweet and pleasant infu-
6enee was difnsed. thataw not soon be forgotten by those
Who GANG within its sphere Hersywasa heart.oyerfow.
hgr with sympathy for the afflicted and, her h and Was
e~yersopeh to relieve thewants of the poor ana neeay. IA
a~ifesshe was truly hehemest, enhancing the joys and
soothing the sorrows of an aftectionate husband. As a
Eother Eaht whD-can open the depths of a mothers heart
or fathom the fountain of devoted love, flowing out to her
ehildrehg p g12s*@saa 80 "a lgz&aadg .TadTsaase AATs
: YET fainrs wsonld the NJ writer dwell upon the last , dsys5 the
closing scenes Of oncso lovely. Calmly and serenelyg,i as
if going on a pleasant Journey, we're all her arrangements
patle. q Her house was truly set in praer. and manythings
dose by her direction to make it seem pleasant and conf
Portable 10 others when She was gone. As her bodily
powers decayedss F III BIZ earfa seenedto clear
away fron, herspirit,, En- fear of death was overcome and
thus she awaited the summnns| On the afternoon.6f the
5th ofJnly~ She was told' She was dying, but it brought no
tcrror she bad nothing to- do but die.S As the sun deGin-
ed, She desired to see It set for the last time. The door
opposite her bed was thrown open, and as she gazed on
the distant hills, touched by the golden rays. she exclaim-
cd, = Oh beautiful il iook.! Come, Lord JeSas,
rome quickly and be with me through the valley and the
-aladqE OF death Shortlyafter, she seemed to the weep
ing friends around, TO slecp,brt her eyes were already be.
holding the beams ofstheSun of Righteousness gliding
the eternal battlements of the celestial city. Blessed
arc, the dead whe die inthe Eordg'aF ,s5bB saBa3G1Hi
We are III tears, bnt thou blessed, are best.
Freed from the turmoil and the fever strife ~ -cEgi
We oubt not call thee from thy dteanlesSs re.t,
To tread again the weary path ofll!e, 's+H'@f
Non wake the fountain in III peaeefnlb breast
Ofhuman JOY or grief-for thou art blcst.
.Ysss thou MStb&sse6 sfor8hinS8 yes behold
Tie King in all his beauty thoG lost dwell al
In the fair City with it4 streets of gold. s1T5 Haf a"E.
And hearst the high and holy anthem swell,
OF hallclujah from the countless throug,
and thy voice nihstes in thgejoyfnl song. II ! ~
Yes; thou art hlcst! but oh, how desolate
Before thy sorrowing ones the ~lile-path lies;
How dark the World whcre they must weep and wait
The sumldonS 70 Tejen thee in the skies; g
ohT may az inectfhce in that home OF rest, O.
Pc beforcvcr and forever best.
~PhilsdeIphia, NJ. ST. Lsox LopD.