True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-12-17

sychea death was that Of the, smith Of
Ragenbacll. Such a sacrifice the smith
Of Ragenbach made in order 10 save his
'neighbors, May his memory ever be
sacred, ,--Prqctieal Christiqn.
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r None Other but Ne. 5yi1sd
g"Oh God p cannot Spare her yet.
She emast tide 2" exclaimed an agonized
father, as lie stood by the bed Of his dy-
ing Henrietta. inst No it is not Just
nor merciful tha: should be robbed Of
my ouly daughter! If she must dio
then will die with her, f3r how canI
live without her !,.,f For a. moment the
sweet smile fled from the peaceful fea-
lures of the expiring girl, and there was
an expression of mingled sadness and
pity She beckoned him to her side,
and as he bent over her to catch the
whisper for she was almost gone, she
murlnered low : " Father, meet me In
heaven. When you think of me remem-
ber; God has taken me that he may save
you q, my Fathet, bear his ssoice ~
The rebeliOus man was silenced, His
head was bowed like the reed. He had
been skeptic. His daughter had been
his god. But he was skeptiono longer.
The fountain Of his soul was stirred by
the grim features o! death staring him in
the face. .@o. d. g., h!laa nh' y7a
Profound silence filled the ROOM
Nothing save the Pickering breath Of the
dying could be heard. Sorrowing friends
were standinding round TO see her die,
and she gave to each last farewell look,
Her eyes were lighted up with holy love
as she whispered, Angels--Jesus--he
ven." A peaceful, happy smile, such as
only the dying Christian wears, parted
her colorless lips. Again her eyes wan.
dered to her father when slowly raising
her hand, she pointed her pale finger TO-
ward heaven, aud with her gaze fixed
upon him, the light Of life glimmersd
feebly and more leebly until il went ont.
When they said, '.She is gone + O.
how those last words God has taken
me that he may save you '--rang in the
fathers ear. l. su e ,1ii..y
He sought hts room and closed tire
door. He tried to pray but in vain. 1t
seemed to him that the llillows of his soul
we're running mountain high, but could
not escape their prison bounds. He took
from the fable the .Word Of God2 and
sitting down, tried to read therelrom, but
he could not. He rose and paced the
room, murmuring in his heart against God.
But he could not hush that voice. Loud.
er and louder it rung, and at every step
the echo came back, God has taken me
that he may save you Suddenly he
stops! He sees his guilt. With uplift.
ed hands he excaims, 20, God | have
sinned. have worshiped my child, and
forgotten Thee. Now do know that
Thou art jealous God, and wilt have no
other God before Thee A az pa
He returned 10 the death chamber.
There she lay, his lovely idol, all power
less in her snowy robe He gased upon
her long and earnestly, as she lay smiling
in deaths sleep. Then, humbly, he said,
My daughter, il you, so y oung and SO
loved, were willing 10 die for your faith
er's sake, ! will hear the voice. !,
For many days that father groaned be-
meath the burden Of his sins. There
seemed to be not one ray Of light, so
great was the darkness. But al last. when
hope had well nigh fled, just at the dawn
Of day, there was a glorious dayning, IN
his weary soul, The light Of Gods
countenance shone in upon him, and he
was filed with that peace and joy which
the world knoweth not.--COnr.