The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-04-07
ROSS & RossER, Publishers.
M01her.


When she chsnged worlds, and before the
time, what was she to others? A small. old,
delicate woman. What l0as she to usP A
radiant, smiling angel, upon whose brow
the sunshine of the eternal world had fallen.
We looked into her large, tender eyes, and
saw not, as others did, that her mortal gar
m ent had walked old and feeble; or if we
saw this, it was no symbol of decay, for, be-
yopd and within, we recognized her in all
her beauty. Old! how heavy and bitter
would have been her long aud slow decline,
if we had seen her grow old instead of
Young. The days that hastened to give her
birth into eternity grew brighter and brighter,
until, when memory wandered back, it had
DO experiences so sweet as those through
which she was passing. The long life. with
its youthful romance, its prosafc cares, its
quiet sunshine and deep tragedies, was cul-
nimating to its earthly close; and like some
blessed story that appeals to the heart in its
great pathos, the end was drawing near, all
clouds were rolling away, aud she was step
ping forth into the brilIancy of prosperity.
Sel6shuess ceased to weep under the light
of her cheerful glance, and grew to be con-
graduation. Beside her couch we sat, and
traced with loving fancy the new life soou
to open before her; with tears and smiles
we traced it. Doubts never mingled, for
from earliest. childhood we had no memories
of her Inconsistent with the expectations of
a Christian. Deep in our souls there lay
gratitude that her morning drew near; beau
tiful and amazing it seemed that she would
never more bow to the stroke OF the chas-
tener; fresh courage descended from on
high, as we realiz ed that there was end
to suffering; it was difficult to credit that
ber discipline was nearly over; how brief it
had been, com pared with the glorious ex-
istence it ad won her. How passing sweet
were her assurances that she should leave
us awhile longer on earth with childlike
trust, knowing that our own souls needed to
stay and that the destiny of others needed
it. But the future seemed very near to
her, and she saw us gathered around her in
her everlasting home. She grew weaker,
and said her last words to Us. Throughout
the last day she said but little, but often
her ter der ewes were riveted upon as; they
said farewell! FAREWELL Iu the hush OF the
chamber, a faint, eolian-like strain came
from afar; then the angels were taking her
to their companionship. She softly iell
asleep, resignirg her worn out body to US,
and SHE entered Heaven.
Ahi do we apprehend what glorious
event it is for the pure in heart to die! We
look upon the brides beauty. ana see In the
vista before her anguish and tears, and but
transient sunshine. The beauty fades, the
splendor Of life declines to the worldly eyes
that gaze upon her. Deaf and blind are
such gszers, for the bride may daily be
winning imperishable beauty, yet 1t IS not
for this world. most sad and melancholy
thing it seems when children of larger
growth Judge their parents by their Trail
and decaying bodies, rather than by their
spirits. And more deeply sad still is 1t,
When the aged learn through the young to
feel that the freshness CT existence has gone
by with them. Gone by? when they are
waiting to be borne into a new and vast ex-
istesce that shall roll on in increasing ma
iestv, and never reach an end! Gone byf
when they have just entered life, as 1t
were The glory and sweetness OF living
is doinq bs only with those who are turn
ing away their faces from the Prince OF
Peace. Sweet mother! she is breathing
Fernal airs now, and With every breath
spring like life and Joy are waited through,
her being Mother beautiful and beloved!
some sweet, embIyo 10Y fills the chambers
of my heart as l contemp plate the scenes
with which she is becoming familiar. Dead
and dreary winter robes the earth, and au-
tumn leaves lie under the snow like past
hopes; but what of them? l see only the
smile Of Gods sunshine. 1 see in th9 ad-
vancing future, love and peacs-only Infinite
peace!-S. A. WENT1.