Holmes County farmer. [volume] (Millersburg, Ohio) 1857-1926, 1862-05-22
Auly'S DEATH.

TouchingIy beautiful is the story Of the
young girl who. when she was dying,
said, "IIark ! | hear music Her pas
tor, an old gray haired man, said to her,
"Can you join them, my daughter ?" a
CLEAN Of light passed over her pallid
c1untenance, and then such a tide Of
song, such gush Of gloriously beautiful
melody poured from her white quiyering
lips, as husbed the cries Of the mourners
around her bedside. "1'he angels around
me-" said one, as the roaring surges Of
deaths river sounded in his ears, and the
cold waters went over his feet, "1'he an
gels are around me-" They bear me in
their arms. Blessed messenger sent as
bright evidences Of our Fathers love
/ once had darling little sister-nino
summers had scarcely passed since her
short life began, when her checks grew
hollow and her large eyes Frightened with
an unearthly lustre, and sharp cough
had seemed to rack her very frame, told
rs that her stay on earth coud not be
long. One day she called me to her, and
slipping her wan white hand into my
own, she said, "Mary, do you ev think
/ shall get well % "No, dear Amy, you
will never be well again" She paused
for moment, but presently spoke again.
"When ! was first taken sick ! did not
want to die. Everything on earth was
, so beautiful that did not want TO leave
, It. But ever since / have been certain
f that | must die, have been willing tC
60" "Dear Amy" said /, with sud
2 den pain at my heart, "you don't wan
to 90 and leave us all, d. you ?" Sh
n shook her head with a sweet, patien
9 smile on her face, "I love you all yer.
= much, Mary, but don't you know why
b want to 90 ? Mary, hear such swee
{ music" and here she raised herself on he
r couch and her eyes CLEANED brightly
t such beautiful music. The angels com,
:. and sing it in my car. Don't you remcm
n Der the afternoon you took me to the ol'
IS cathedral | answered in the afiirma.
! tive, but she did not seem to hear me, anC
c went on drcamingly, as though she wer'
= talking to herself "How grapd the ca
# thelral looked that afternoon. The sun
= light streamed through the colored glass
it tinging the massive carving and high
a wrought chancel with a golden hue tha
e looked more like heaven than earth
!. And then the notes Of the deep toned
+ organ thunderel down the broad aisles
p, and the choir chanted that slow solemn
d chant. 1t was Kyrie Eleison, wasn't it
n Mary 90 and the light in her eyes grey
ct more intensely bright as she repeated
herself those sweet lines
=
nc No secrect anguish, nor corporeal pain:
or No shvering limbs, no burning fever ever thcr
No souls eclipse, no winter of despair.
"No night shall be in Heaven no gathering gloo
)n Shall o'cr that glorious landscape ever come,
But there the Lamb shall yield perpetual light,
90 enid pastures green and waters ever bright"
After she had finished repeating then
of she sank back upon her pillow, soft
murmuring, .'Kyrie Eeison kyrie Ele
n. son % She seemed 20 be living ov,
IS again the scene in the old Cathedral
One short week after this, and Amy ha
r. passed into her eternal rest. 1t was
nd the morning when she died-a glorior
nd morning in June-when the birds, Il
IS. birds she had loved so well in life, we
Is singing from the trees, and the delicG
h :; breath Of the flowers came home on t
ct. breeze, through the open window. '
vo gently folded her cold, white hands oy
IT. her still breast. Her little heart b
le, ceased :. throb her eyes were close
Amy's work was done. They laid t
N fresh green sod over her grave, and
of turned away and left her lying there
e. her quiet, dream!ess sleep. = DelaWo
Gazette.