The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1865-07-12

Departed this life at Wheeling, West Virginia
Nav Doth ia65, Mrs. ANN NJ. MoYsToT, wife of
W. a. M0ystOn.
Another angelic spirit has taken lis hight to
its Creator; arother soul has lied lis earthly
shrine of sorrow and tears-t0 dwell i'll the IA
diant realms Of celestial happiness; another star
of brightest purity bazons in Heavens resplen-
dent dome How like the flower, at noon, fresh
and fragrant; at eve, sullen and crest-fallen -
How sad the fact, bow melancholy the thought
that she, so good, shoRd 50 suddenly iade-yan'
ish as the snow before the sun, or the dew before
the mornings rays. Death, that memorable king,
summoned her and she has left us, bnt only for
a short time We must all soon 90 the way OF
the flesh" How melancholy now glittcrs the
rays of memOry's decisions how sad seem the
itful thoughts of the fact that all the fond
desires aud radiant hopes resting on the then
future should now he sunk in the sad and sol
emn grave. She was the afiectiOnite mother,
kind sister and warm hearted friend, whose love.
ly character tenderness and amlability endeared
her indelibly in the hearts Of all who knew her
Alas that the gleby mound should press in 81.
lent and solemn obscurity that the tomb should
shroud in oblivion such worth and loneliness.
Created by nature to shed benign influence
around her, she now rests in the dark and cheer
less grave. Over her the grave hath no victory
for her no terrOrs; death not its sting: From the
tomb enclosing in its dark embraces our loved
ones FORM light is emitted, the light oireligion,
to the eye of skepticisn invisible, but TO the eye
of faith, glorious and brilliant AZ the sun, How
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pation of the graves dissolution to that cleaning
emblem of salvation-the covenant OF promised
reward and celestial Inheritance, oh, how sub
lime thing is religion; given TO man by the
Deity, that its divine light might iliumine his
journey through the dreary desert of existence.
What more noble, more touching sight than the
dying christian ? Calmly he breathes his life
away; the smile of hope on his lips, the glimmer
of opening heavens III his eye, the light of celes
tia glory OH his brow,
TEL me my soul, can this be DEATH
What more christian spirit than hers who has
left us, Her pure spotless virtues needed not
her last atiiiction to purify them Their CLEAN
was as the panoply of one made perfect by devo.
ton. Leaving all behind she has gone to take
her eternal heritage in Heaven-to stud the cor
onet Of God with jewel the brightest of heav-
euly radiance. But she is gone the bright the
genial, the gifted one. void is left in the
cnl circle, which cannot be easily filed and
desolation in the heart of her husband and chill.
dren which years cannot repair. Yet why
should we deplore her light from earth since our
loss is her eternal gain. She is freed from the
turmoil of life The war drums notes, nor can
mons roar cannot disturb her repose.
Music far moro sweet than earthly
While around her all are sleeping,
Sung by low toned angel voices
Who around her watch are keeping.
Thus when we realize that she has changed the
discordant notes of earth for the serene melody
Of Heaven we may feel resigned that she has
escaped from the care al earth 10 hisb in the
beauties of better world. VI.