Volcano weekly ledger., 1856-03-29

Oohes VI lofceu caiinnessj nay, don't snake
your head SO mournfully; indeed, If you knew
how much improved you appear and she
drew low seat towards the young girl, and
sat gazing in her eyes with the holy love of
maternity.
Mother said the consumptive, as she took
the matrons hand in her own, there is some
tnine want Jvu TO do for me-
What is it darling2 You know would
lay down my life for you
For an instant the pale lips quivered; but
commanding herself, the young girl replied
gently:
want you to talk to me Of deatli--of my
own death, which is certain soon'
My Amyp was all the mother could ar
ticulate; her voice seemed frozen by horror.
Yes, mother; for, listen moment it will
make your poor sick child more willing to
leave earth and find heaven. If you will talk
daily and cheerfully of my passing away if
you will surround the thought with cheerful
ness, and make the last struggle seem pleas
ant to me, this strange horror with which
regard it would fade away, and my mind be
drawn more wholly to the better land 1t
may be sacrafce to you, mother, but shall
calmness, which now strive in vain to do
Will you try to do this, mother? Will you
talk of it often? Will you repeat the sweet
words that dying saints have spoken Will
you speak Of the smiles that repose upon their
faces until / can think cheerfully, and talk
without reserve of that change, even as |
would lie down, and put my garments by,
ready to attire myself when / should awake
in the fair morning? Will you tell those who
call to see me never to shrink from speaking
to me Of death? Will you do this, my mo-
therr
The matron promised and retired to her
chamber to shed the tears of anguish born
of this request She, too, had long felt that
her child must die, but had put afar off the
evil day. And in the strength of God she
performed her duty.
Seven months had passed, and still gentle
Amy lived The fatal crimson burnt its death
fire into her cheek, and her eyes gleemed with
the ftful flash Of disease; but about her
sweet lips lowered constant smile; she had
conquered her fear of the king of terrors, and
dwelt upon her departure with almost exult-
ing joy.
knew that through Christ was prepar-
cd to 60 she said to her pastor; | knew
there were glories in the bright world above,
that the imagination cannot conceive of; yet
have shuddered from my infancy at death.
The thought of dissolution with its icy chill,
and quiyering breath, made me cold at my
heart and l strive to forget it but cannot
Yet, since you, since my mother, since all
who know me have made it familiar and
household word-clothed it in beautiful
thoughts, and surrounded it with heavenly
images, it has become less and less terrible,
till now can hold my hand to him who un-
locks the Spirit and say, "death where is
thy stingp
As she spoke thus ray from the setting
sun imaged crown of glory upon her fair
brow.--Her mother and friends at that mo-
ment entered.
Hush said the pastor, with upifted hands,
and they stood translixed With that last ho-
ly smile he had marked an instantaneous
change and as he bent forward, through the
lips so beautifully wreathed there came no
breath
Well might she exclaim, Death, where
is thy stingp p said the pastor, turning with
fearful eyes never saw the king of terrors
in so lovely garb. How sweet she sleeps =
Aye sweetly still, in the graveyard upon
the hill side and on the white shaft that
bears her name, some loving hand chisclled,
g II is moi hard 10 Dien