The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-03-06
From the Doylestown Democrat
The Dying Mother.
BY /. F. q.


lightly as you enter that chamber, for
mother is dying there: deep silence
pervades within, interrupted only by
the outburstings of grief, from the
sorroW-riyen heart of sweet little
daughter of fourteen summers, and by
the wailings of the winter winds as it
sweeps through the leahess vine that
clings trembling by the door
An old table, and three or four bro
ken chairs arranged so as to form a
species of couch, on which reclines
that dying mother, form the whole
furniture of the room The expiring
embers of a scanty wood fire, burn
family on the chimney hearth, its dim
flames, although not able to dispel the
gloom, is sufficient to reveal the pow
erty and restitution of its inmates.
The dau ghter with bowed head, and
fearful eyes, hangs affectionately over
the almost lifeless form of that mother,
eager to catch the last words of her
fast waning spirit, ere it is waited to
the realms of eternity. Although
that mother is now pale and emaciated,
vet traces Of great beauty linger upon
that wan face, which appears so pure,
so bright, that angels wings seem
resting there, and heavenly radiance
at times lights up that countenante as
if it is on the verge of Heaven-in
hearing of the celestial music, and al
| most within the embrace of its heaven
ly Redeemer. How calmly that eye
rests upon her whom she loved on
earth, and is now to leave to the cold
charities of the world who with the
hand of affection had bathed her fever
ed brow and had intently watched
the restless slumber and languid eye
anticipated the half expressed wish,
and in every possible way endeavored
to alleviate her sufferings. aaso
In that lonely hour when the
| world no longer presented. any attrac-
| tions-when its beauties, its glories,
and alas, its miseries were fading from
her view, and the bright visions of an
eternal state were bursting upon her,
then, oh, then, though poor and i'm
poverished without rank or wealth
she could look back upon life well
spent through divine assistance.
From the deep blue arch of heaven,
which that spirit was entering comes a
brightness, and rests upon the face of
| that dying mother Dying-oh, no,
that is not death; tqat triumphant
| chorus which bursts from those pale
lips, startling 10 its earnestness 4 |
know that my Redeemer liveth, /" is
higher than death, and angels waiting
near, seem to wave their bl light wings
and with enc accord join the glad an
them.
| But all is over now, those dark, lus-
trous eyes have opened and closed for
| the last time, the last look is given,
the last farewell spoken, that pure
! spirit yielded to the God who gave it,
softly and peacefully has passed to its
eternal home.
g Like some calm stream, deepening towards
| the sea,
Slowly and calmly, silently and deep, life
| joinAd eternity,
Reader, III that trying hour what
sustained that Mother ? I answer
that Christianity which enters the low
lly cabin and brings contentment
amidst privations, and which like an
angel of light sheds blessings alike
upon all. 1t was the lofty and snb-
lime hope Of brighter and happier
existence beyond this vale of tears
which had hung her tomb with gar
| lands and made the prospect of death
| tie most beautiful and pleasing Of hu-
man visions, and deprived its contem-
plation of all that is terrible. Let u:
then endeavor to live the life of the
Christian. Let US do right, then the
bitterness Of earthly things, and thu
shortness Of earthly life will cease tt
be evils anel begin to be blessings, an6
| God grant that when the dread sum
mons comes to us like her, we may b
prepared
"To live in worlds above
4 In heaven of bliss--in heaven of love,