Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1862-04-18
WRITTEN FOB IHE DELAWARE GAZETTE
a N US DEA II.
BY MARY DAWSON.


Touehingly beautiful is the story of the
young girl, who, when she was dying, said
Hark! hear music" Her pastor, an old
gray haired man, said TO her, ''Can you Join
them my daughter?7 a CLEAN of light pass
I ed over her paid countenauee, and then such
tide Of songs, such gush ofgloriously beau
! tiiul melody poured forlL from her white quiv-
ering lips, as hashed the cries Of the mourners
around her bedside. aThe angels are around
me- said one, as the roaring surges of deaths
river sounded 10 his ears, and the cold waters
went over his feet, 1.-The angels are about me-"
They bear me in their arms. Blessed messen-
geri sent as bright evidences Of our Fathers
.lOge = ~ l
once had a darling little sister, Nine
/ summers had scarcely passed since her short
life began, when her cheeks grew hallow and
her large eyes frightened with an unearthIy
lus.re, and sharp cough, that seemed to rack
her very frame, told US that her stay on earth
could not be long. One day she called me to
her, and slipping her wan white hand into nv
own she said, MARY do you think ever shall
get weli2' mo, dear Amy, you will never be 1
well again" Sae paused for a moment, but
presently spoke again. when was first ia
ken sick did not want to die. EVERYTHING
on earth was so beautiful that l did not like |
to leave it. Bot ever since have been GER
tain that must die, l have been willing to
60" Dear Amy" said with a sudden paiE
at my heart, you don't want TO go and leave 1
US all, do yOu?' She shook her head with a I
sweet patient smile on her face, Il love you
all very much Mary, but don't you know WHY |
want togo2 Mary 1 hear such music.'' and
here she raised herself on her couch and her
eyes CLEANED brightly. "Sueh beautiful mu-
sic. The angels come ard sing it in my ear.
Don't you remember the afternoon you took
me 10 The Old cathedraI?r l answered in the
affirmative, but she did not seem to hear me.
and went on dreamily as though she were talk
ing to herself. 'IIow grand the cathedral
looked that afternoon. The sunlight stream
ed through the col0red glass tinging the mass
I've carving aud high wrought chanccl With
golden hue that looked more like heaven than
'arth. And then the notes of The deep toned j
'rsan thnndered down the broad aislcs aud the ,
;hoir chanted that SLOW solemn chant Il was !
\ ysie Eleison wasn't it Mary?" and the light I
her eyes grew more intensely bright as she
epeated to herself those sweet lines:
Ne night shall be Heavcn-no sorrows reign,
~, 10 s5igss @i,s qass5 heF c9rForea PAM
No Sous eef2se, no winter Ct despair.
No night shall be in Heaven, no gathering gloom !
Shalt oer iia I glorious landscape ever come
But there the Lamb shall yield perpetual light
Mid pasture grcel ana waters ever bright" f
After she h@d finished repeating them, she Ii
lnk back upon her pillow, softly murmuring f
Kysie EIeison! Kysie Eeison!" She seemed c
0 be living over again the scene in the old #
athedral. One short week after this, ana
my bad passed into her eternal rest. Ii was
! The morning when she died-a glorious = "
iornfng in June-when the birds, the birds =
le had loved so well in life. were singing FROM =
le trees, and the delicate breath Of the flow
IS came home on The breeze, through the open a
iudow. We gently folded her cold, white a
ands over her still breast Her little heart Il
ad ceased to throb; her eyes were closed; b
.my's work was done They laid the fresh. "
rcen sod over her grave, and we turned away el
nd lelt her lying there in her quiet, drcamless ri
eep. o.