Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1862-08-15

she had found her work she thanked the
Supreme who reigned over all, while the
stars sang together at souls redemption.
Then she arose and poured out upon the
night the dark stream of destruction; it
was the libation Of conquest offered to the
eternal God of humanity.
Surrounded by the beings she had res
cued-weeping woman and sad eyed men
"a woman was about to die, and in the
waiting silence, broken only by sobs her
thoughts traced back, link by link, the
chain of her life. 1t was sleeping away
from her now Soon she would be launch
ed on the great sea of eternity, and her
soul was agitated as it drew near to the
darkness, solemn and impenetrable, that
she must enter alone Yet it had been
noble life--simple, self sacrificing, heroic.
It's fruits were minds purified and soul
saved it's ministrations were pure, tender,
obscure; it's echoes were blessings and
songs of hope. She had gone fearlessly
yet delicately into the homes of the poor
and degraded, and had lifted the weak
and the wicked from the mire of despair;
she had Strengthened the limbs of the
dead, wept with the mourner, softened
the defiant, and with her earnest voice
and loving ways had led the wreckless
and grief stricken to the gate Of Paradise,
showing them within their beloved ones
radiant in white robes made clean from
earth.
Places of joy knew not her face. Iron
barred doors of gloomy prisons closed up
on her while she prayed with malefactors
and wrestled with the guilt of criminals;
by the stricken with pestilcnce, by the
sick-beds of hospitals and courts; her soft
hands were busy, her slight form sleep
less. Among the condemned Of her own
sex she went with retaining words of
love, and found in each some sunny mem
ory, some yearning hope, some vague un-
rest some feeling of disgust, or suffering,
by which she led them back to purity, to
respect, to heaven. Her OWE sorrow took
her near, gave her divining power over
the sorrow of others. The smitten with
pain recognized fellowship with one
stricken like themselves: and while the
sad sought her sympathy, she raised from
the dust the down trodden and the crush
G ed ,. .....t ..r.. ..
! Yet this life, SO full of holy offices, of
t earnest labor, of inspiring results, had
6 been long, and heavy, and weary, to the
y possessor for the great grief that had
: wrecked her in the years gone by, had
never died, never slept, never lessened in
: poignancy or freshness. In giving her
: the key to other hearts, it turned over and
over again knife in her own; it con-
quered her in the night-watches, and
| flooded her pillow with the salt tears of
: bitterness it followed her into the realms
5 of sleep, and rose each morning. shudder-
Q ing at the dawn Of another day. Yet the
power of God held her misery in bonds.
: She had learned to pray and to trust, and
in learning to trust she had also learned
to wait for her appointed time.
Q And now beside her couch of death
e still fingered this insatiate phantom of
6 the Past. She had long ago looked it
: fully face to face, and had borne its
wounds in silence; but now, should she
, leave it behind her with the clay that
G was growing cold? Or would it 60 with
9 her into that other land, and clog her
steps still upon the golden payements of
: the New Jerusalem? She lay, with clos
: cd eyes, waiting for the sign her spirit
= sought She heard around her the sobs
Q of those who wept to lose her, interrupted
now and then by stifed voice of prayer.
] Only mortal woe, mortal petition. She
0 could not penetrate the /" great Perhaps"
but she believcd--ah she did believe
! that there is One who knows She stretch
: ed upward her dying arms she looked
y to heaven with her gazing eyes, and from
: the very depths of her struggling being
: arose the voice of dependence" My God,
n be mcrciful!, This, too, was the Cry of
o the Human. Her disembodied soul car