Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1859-12-17

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in a fortnight, and at last came
home Unfortunately merry, to tell his father he had
got to amen After this he made O regular bust
ness OF saying over the whole every Sunday even
ing, standing with HE hands folded in front, and
his check apron folded down, occasionally glanc-
ing round to see if pussy gave prompt attention.
And, being Of a practically benevolent turn Of
mind, he made several commendable efforts to
teach Bose the catechism, in which he succeeded
as well as might be expected. In shcrt, without
further detail, Master Edward babe fair to become
a literary wonder.
But alas for poor little Edward his merry
dance was soon over, A day came when he sick
ened. Aunt Betsey tried her whole herbarium,
bet in vain he grew rapidly worse and worse.
His iaiher sickened in heart, bat said nothing he
only staid by his bedside day and night, trying all
means to cave, with affecting pertinacity.
Can't you think Of anything more, doctor 2
said he to the physician, when all had been tried
in vain.
Nothing answered the physician.
A momentar5 convulsion passed over my Up-
cle's face. The will of the Lord be done,' said
he, almost with a groan of anguish.
Just at that moment a ray of the setting sun
pierced the checked curtains. and cleaned like an
angels smile across the face Of the little sufferer.
lie awoke from a troubled sleep. %, dear l am
sick 7 he gasped feebly. His father raised him
in his arms he breathed easier, and looked up
with a grateful smile. Just theu his old playmate,
The cat, crossed the room. There goes pussy
said he o dear shall never play with pussy
any more
AT that moment q deadly change passed over
his face. He looked up in his fathers face with
an imploring expression, and put out his hand
as if for help. There was one moment o~fagony,
and then the sweet features all settled into a smile
Of peace, and mortality was swallowed up in
life.'
My Uncle laid him down, and looked one mo-
ment in his beautiful face. 1t was too much for
his principles, too much for his consistency, and he
lifted up his voice and wept.'
The next morning was the Sabbath-the funeral
day-and rose with breath all incense and with
cheek all bloom.' Uncle Able was as calm and
collected as ever, but in his face there was a sor.
row stricken appearance touching to behold. /
re member him at family prayers, as he bent over
the great Bible and began the Psalm, Lord thou
hast been our dwelling place in all generations.
Apparently he was touched by the melancholy
%spiendor OF the poetry. for, after reading a few
verses, he stopped. There was a dead silence, in.
t%errupted only by the tick Of the clock. lie clear
ed his voice repeatedly, and tried to 60 on, but in
vain. lie closed the book and kneeled down to
prayer. The energy of sorrow broke through his
usual formal reverence, and his language flowed
forth with a deep and ~sorrowful pathos. which i
shall never forget. The God so much reverenced,
80 much feared. seemed to draw near to him as O
friend and comforter, his refuge and strength, a
very present help in time Of trouble
My Uncle rose, and | saw him walk to the room
Of the departed one. lie uncovered the face. l,
was set with the seal of death, hut, O., how sur.
passingly lovely! The brilliancy Of life was gone,
but that pure, transparent face was touched with
a mysterious triumphant brightness. which seem
ed like the dawning Of heaven.
My Uncle looked long and earnestly. lie fell
the beauty Of what be gazed on his heart was
%softened, but he had no words for his feelings. HI
left the room unconsciously, and stood in the from
door. The morning was bright;the bells were ring
ing Tor church the birds were singing merrily
and the pet squirrel of little Edward was frplick
ing about the door. My Uncle watched him a.
he ran first up one tree and then down and up an
other, and then over the fence, w~hiskiug his brusl
and chattering just as if nothing was the mat
ter.
With a deep sigh Uncle Able broke forth
How happy that cretar' is Well, the Lords vii
be dOne!'
That day the dust was committed to dust amit
the lamentations of all who had known little Ed
, ward. Years have passed since then. and all tha
is mortal Of my Uncle has long since been gath
cred to his fathers, but bis just and upright spir
it has entered the glorious liberty of the sons o
God. Yes, the good man may have had opinion
which the philosophical scorn, weakness at whicI
the thoughtless smile but death shall chang
him into all that is enlightened, wise and refined
for be shall awake in His likeness and be salts
fed.