Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1855-02-20
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DEATH OF CROMWELL.

no DEATH OF CROMWELL.
Mr.. Headlsy gives the following snik.
ing sketch Of the incidents connected
with the death Of Cromwell, in the in.
terestins work recently published by
Mesms. Baker & Scribner, Of N. York.
"ln the intervals OF his suffering, he
spoke necessarily Of the goodness Of
God-and forgetting himself, in his snx
ioty for the Church, prayed --"Lorl,
though am miserable, wretched
creature, l am in covenant with Thee
through grace. And msy-I will csme
to Thee for thy people. Thou hast made
me, though very unworthy, main in.
strument TO do them good-and Thee ser.
vice; and many of them have set too
high a value upon me, though others
would wish and would be glad Of my
death-Lord, however Thou dost dispose
Of me, continue to go on and do good
for them. Give them consistency Of judg..
ment, one heart, and mutual love; and
20 on to deliver them and with the work
Of reformation and make the name OF
Christ glorious in the world. Teach
) those who look too much on thy instru.
ments, to depend more upon Thyselr.-
, Pardon such as desire to trample upon
the dust of poor woman for they are
Thy people, too. And pardon the folly
/ Of this short prayer; even for Christ's
, sake. And give US good night, if il be
5 Thy pleasure. Amen" At length the
last night came, which was to usher in
his fortunate day. The 81 Of September,
the anniversary Of Dunbar, and Of Mar.
, ston, came amid wind and storm. In
/ this solemn hour for England, strong
: hearts we're everywhere. beseeching hea.
I ven to spare the Protector. But the
. King of kings had issued his decree; and
p. the spirit that had en- lured and toiled so
s long, was already gathering its pinions
: for eternity, alt is a fearful thing to
f fall into the hands Of tho living God,"
broke then from his pallid lips, and
J. then he fell, in solemn faith, in the
n covenant Of grace. His breath came
n difficult and thick but amid the pauses
y Of the storm, he was heard murmuring,
!. "Truly God is good indeed He is; He
!. will not" his tongue failed him but,
# says an eyewitness, 81 apprehend it
3 was, "He will not leave me-" Again
I and again, there escaped from the ever
f moving lips, and hall articulate words
j. "God is good Goa is good" Once.
d with sudden energy, he exclaimed, 81
|. would be willing TO live, to be further
serviceable to God and his people; but
d my work is done. Yet God will be with
IS his people," All night long, he mur
If INJURED thus to himself Of God showing
is how perfect was his trust; how strons
:. his faith. Once, as some drink was off
o cred him, he said, 1T is not my design
l.. 10 drink or to sleep; but my design is tt
g make what haste can TO God"
,f While this scene was passing in that
If solemn chamber, all was wild and terri
IS Bile without. Nature seemed 10 sympa
Of thize with the dying patriot and hero
h The wind howled and roared around tht
Il place; houses were unroofed ; chimney'
h were blown down and trees that hat
:e stood for hsIf century in the parks
le were uptorn and strewn over the earth
or The Sea, too, was vexed the waves
ID smote, in ungevernable fury, the shores
m OF England and vessels lay stranded
ID along the coasts Of the Mediterranean
10 l. was a night when there are, ' .,t
Il. "As they say,
a I.amenngs he ard the dir. strong Of deatt
o9d a2e ssm%on sd
q Now ha'shed 70 the w0eial ume' .ome .av the cau,
r. Were ferverous and did shake" ar hs az.
a. But all was calm and serene aroun
a the dying bed Of Cromwell. On tha
II. more than kingly brow, peace, like
white. winged dove. sat: and that voic
Nv which had turned the tide Of so man
ID battles, now mumured only prayers
TO Bonaparte, dying il, the midst Of ju
ira such a storm, shouted, "Tete d. arnee,
i'm as his glaring eye, fell once more on tn
his heads Of his mighty columns disapPea
DIV ing in the smoke Of basele |; but Cron
,ed we'll took noble departure. The stor
of and uproar without, brought no din
lie. arms to his dying ear-not in the deli'
hat um Of battle did his soul burst away,
ok but, with his eye fixed stesdfastly on Il
,ed "e,ernal kingdom" and his strong hes
IAN on the promise Of faithful God,
ie. moved from The shore Of time, and sal
red from sight forever. j
an He died at three o'clock that day
INST the very day. which, eight years beio'
md saw his sword flashsng, over the tum'
age tuous field Of Dunbaf-the same whie
ho. seven years previous heard him shout
his on the ramparts Of Worcester, But u
nor was tho last and most terrible battle
az. all yet he came of victorious and
the umphing over his last enemy, deaf
the passed into that serene .wotio' ~ne,e
the sound ol battle never comes. anu
ou, hatred and violence Of man never
and turb, 81, tsa ws "a
and -
cru. A SaARP. -Box.-The Rutland (N
and Hsrald says that on the last night of