The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1864-10-21

nave llown, or could ] have died at
VIII, and my sonl have left its mortal
tenement, and gone up to that high
place to embrace that angelic form.
the gift and control of the whole world
would have offered me no inducement
to remain in my bed, but I could not.
| felt myself fixed there with no power
to move, except my arms and hands,
and those [ stretched up imploringly
towards her. I had no power to
speak, and how long I lay looking,
wishing, and alternately weeping l
do not know, but it seemed to me an
age.
At length as dove opens its wings
and gracefully leaps confidently into
the air from some high steeplc top, so
she opened her white wings and Gid
ing from her silyered seat, describing
circles in the air, she gradually de-
scended towards me. If / could, /
would describe my feelings as watched
that staid wing fight, each circle Of
which came nearer and nearer to me.
Although in her countenance the ex-
preston of love and compassion grew
brighter and deeper as she neared, /
trembled with fear that she might not
reach me. Could l meet her, even in
the air, / should be content But
thanks to the God of Heaven and to
the great Mediator by whose viii she
came, she did come to me, and alighted
on til G side of my bed. l shall never
cease to render humility, thanksgiving
and praise to Him for the sacred yisi-
tation.
There, without speaking, she stood
bending over me, looking upon me
with that expression never to be for
gotten. Her form and features seemed
unchanged, she seemed like flesh and
blood, and just as l knew her in the
days of her womanhood, with the adj
dition of white flowing robes, and
white wings now folded on her shout
dcrs, and the expressions of her face
and ever speaking eyes were intensified
to n wonderful degree. She held, in
both of her hands, to my view, gold
en- frame just large enough to embrace
white letter envelope of the ordinary
size, and on the envelope was inscribed
in my own hand writing these words,
Jesus Christ is the son of God" As
| looked into her face, and upon the
envelope thus embraced in the golden
frame, although she spoke no word,
nor made a sign, / Immediately recog-
nized NY handwriting and understood
it al, and knew the contents of the
letter contained within, as one I had
written to her in early life, wherein
the truth of Jesus Christ being the son
of God was discussed by me.
AS in mute silence / contemplated
what l saw, 1 felt assured that l under
stood it all; that her mission to me
was to thus silently say, 'It is so, be as
sured that it is so, for l have found it
So" l tried by my looks to express
to her that l understood it all and
that her mission to me would be APP
preciated and never forgotten. Silent
" and rapturously, without motion,
word, or sign, my soul embraced hers
in indescribable bliss, and the Chris
tian reader and believer must, in their
own souls fill this space with express
sions which my pen cannot trace.
That embrace of souls over, she
looked moment more upon me, then
stopped down and impressed SEEM
ingly warm and living kiss upon my
lips. While the thrilling sensation
was bounding through me, electrifying
every impulse of my heart and soul,
and while MS it were, l was completely
entranced with love and gratitude for
the angelic presence she vanished from
my sight, the house top slid silently
back to its place, and with the sensa-
ton of that warm kiss still upon my
lips, l found myself lying upon my
back with my hands outstretched tow
ards heaven, and my cheeks and pill
low bathed with tears
Slowly and unwillingly l became
conscious that she was no longer there
with me, and that my room was the
same as when l entered it, but the
now exhausted lamp on my table, and
the Redeemed eastern sky looking in
at my window, admonished me that
the whole night had passed in her
presence, and that it was early morn
ing. / closed my eyes and tried in
vain to again see the lovely vision, but