True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1858-06-09

How balmy anti pure the air was that
soft September morning. We thought,
egotists as we are, in our happiness, that
nature sympathized with us. II seemed
as if there never had been so fair sun
rising before, ,and as If half the glory ofthe
morning would have been wasted. had
Lizzie not been coming home.
The cars had not arrived, when we
stopped at the station, but we heard the
whistle of the locomotive, not very distant;
and those few, sweet, waiting moments
what world otblessed anticipation they
held. The sun was rising-ah, Lizzie! 4!
Lizzie
At last The train came up-stopped.-
We looked at the windows; only row
of sad faces Lizzie must have sat on
the other side. A few passengers came
out, solemn-iace and silent. We pres
sed (orward--so did those who were 60.
ing out of the train. The conductor ap-
peared, and waved everybody back, then
motioned 10 some one in the car. The
two men came out, and slowly descended
the steps, bearing lifeless body--s wo-
man; her features covered by veil.
They bore il into the saloon, and laid it
reverenily upon the sofa. Still the con-
ductor waved the crowd back-except
our party He knew us, and turned
away his face as we approached.
Then we knew how it was; all except
the father; he could not believe Firmly
he raised the veil from the dead face. Oh,
God! All mercilu! Is it thus we meet
thee, Lizzie, darling. our best beloved
the idol of our heart
In a brief time we learned the story
learned how the angel Of the Lord hat
"met lizzie" before us, in the still twi
light of that autumn morning, and aftel
one pang, terrible we know, but brief
had waited her gentle spirit. 10 those who
waited for her in the home Of angels
At the very last stopping-place, Lizzie
had left the car 10 procure some food fo
little child, who had fretted all night il
the arms of a wearied mother. The trail
stopped but moment; it was dusk, ant
none of the officials had seen her leave it
She returned hastily to fnd it moving
made misslep, fell forward--and th'
rest--it is common tale, such as news
papers chronicle every week. The beau
tiful head with it's sunny curls was -wha
we saw al the station house!
We shed no tears at first, though !
seemed as if drop could save our heart
from bursting--it would net come. No
even when one who, we afterwards learn
ed, was on his way to a wedding party
and who, journeying with Lizzie but
few Eours. had yet learned to know he
good as beautiful, came up and laid, ii
fearful silence, a bouquet Of pure whit
rose-buds upon her bosom. We burie
them with her--the strangers kindl,
offering Of sympathy and respect.
Blessed be God for tears They cam
at last; came when we saw The mother
That scene is too sacred for detail. Blu
the old grandfather's nind wandered whe
he heard the tidings, and all day he sa
in his armchair on the porch, listenini
to The whistle of the train, as his dull ca
family distinguished it, 81 reckon Lizzie
aboard that. Has anybody gone to NEE
the gal - When told again, he woul
seem to comprehend for few moments
and once he called the creeping baby
) him, and patting its white shoulders, sale
, "Grandsir's old, and lame, and blind; h
could not go to the station, but grandsir
going to see Lizzie first, after all. Ye
yes--grandsir's not 80 far from his litt
gal as the rest Of them, but we're all fc
. lowing fast !"
Blessed lost one How prone we a
10 forget this. How hard for our faith
"put back the dead'love from her arms,
; and looking upward, upward, to the glol
! that encompasseth thee forever. W
mourn thee always, Lizzie; our idolatrol
. hearts yield but slowly to thy Father
) christening, yet in 1t we feel the earne
: of Joy 10 come; we know the clingir
: earth garments cannot hold us back fro
: thee forever; we know that we shall y
"meet thee at six" at the glorious SUI
: rise of the resurrection morning. OH
, Farmer. as