The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-09-07
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of absence and come home at once for iMout
Binah was very i'll, aud wished to see me
before she died.
Nom Binah dying! O, what blow was
that! Then the dark winged angel was a.
bout to cloud the sunshine Of my expecta-
tons, and the FREQ destroyer was to scatter
the flowers Of pleasure ere they began to
bloom. a,;fq
Il closed my textbooks and hastened my
departure. True, some Of my classmates
laughed at me for being in such hurry to
go home to see my old nurse die, but they
knew her not, or they would have thought
differently. ~ e.
On, on went towards my home cncs
more. In gloom left it, and in sorrow 1
was now returning. With pleasing emotions
| had long looked for this return but now
I dreaded it. ~
'ohl that dream, 50 sweet so long enjoyed,
Should be so so rudely, cruelty destroyed
Oh! how the horses Jagged upon the
way, at least it seemed so to me. But
home 'ods reached at last having received
and returned the fond embraces of my pa.
rents, enquired for Nom Biuah. She stiIl
lived, but her journey was nearly compile.
ted and she was slowly, but surely passing
away. Ihastened to her cabin and ms her
glance rested upon me she seemed to revive
again; and thanked Con that she WAS per-
mitted to see me before she died. And when
| sat beside her bed and read TO her from
the Book of Life, its thleatnings alar med
her not. OF surely angels waited for her
there, and longed to bear her to their happy
home. -
When the fierce hour arrived, and Nom
binah stood trembling on the brink of time
she placed her time, worn velas.se Z. ,.rs,.
and then She gave mo her Paftfng Dfess
sing.
And then when night had thrown her
mantle o'er the world, and heavens lamps
were burning brightly, as if to light Nom
Binah's spirit there, she passed from the
scenes of earth !; crossed the narrow stream
of death, and entered the celestial city.
The morrow was day Of gloom on the
plantation, and at night the servants assem-
bled for the purpose of bearing the lifsless
remains to their last resting place. Lighted
torches CLEANED in every direction; for ma
~ al
funeral, thousand voices helped to swell the
funeral dirge, and filled the air with melody.
The missionary then arose to preach the
sermon. He spake in solemn and impres.
sive language, nor eulogised the dead a
whit too much.
The services over, the procession took mp
its line of march for the graveyard. On,
on they came row after row, torch after
torch truly it was a long procession.
Arrived at the place of burial, they low
cred the coffin in the yawning grave, while
again the requiem for the dead was sung in
solemn strains, and then they left her
where soon we all shall be; within the cold,
dark, silent grave.
Nom Binsh thou art sleeping now.
| Beneath the lofty pine, a,-a
| And quiet grave in the old church-yard
| Nom Binah, nov Is thine. ~.
--e--r,rV my rPrrS uwens In the better land,
| Where parting is unknown, =
And thy dwelling place, Nom Binah, now,
ls around thy Fathers throne.
And though parted now, we shall meet again
When life's brief race is run,
And our Fathers voice III accents hind,
VIII say to us" Well done"
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DEATH OF A DAUnurrp orT.r,,,.