Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1866-10-26
bead though with little hope of perma-
nent benefit. When this was over, and
the burden on the brain relieved, the suf-
ferer looked up and repeated,
When / read my title clear
To mansions Ia the skies,
IN bid farewell 10 every fear
And wipe my weeping eyes.n

And wipe my weeping eyesn
Should earth against my soul engage
Here weakness prevented him, and he
whispered to his wife, " You finish it."
He slept good deal, but seemed al
ways conscious of his wife's presence, fire.
quently putting up his restless hand to
touch her face, and remind himself, in his
blindness, of her loved features. When
he talked it was of his unfinished work.
his convictions of the justice of the cause
in which he fell, his anxieties of his wife,
left alone in a cruel world, and of his en-
emies and murderers, always forgivingly,
as if they knew not what they did. At
different times, toe, he spoke of the riot,
relating facts and incidents as / have set
them down.
1t afflicted him much to leave his wife
penniless. He had had little money in
his pocket when he came to the conven-
ton, but that, with the gold studs in his
bosom, had been plundered by some of the
ruffians who took part in mutilating his
person.
Thus he fingered until the sixth day af-
ter his injury. When the morning of
Sunday, the 9TH of August, came he re-
membered that he had an appointment to
exchange pulpits with colored brother in
the city, and said,
Emma, you must send word to Bro.
Miles that l can't come. l don't feel
quite well enough to preach"
As time went on his mind began to
wander, and he fancied himself in his own
pulpit. He invoked the divine blessing
he gave out hymn and sung, wounded
and suffering as he was--his wife, who
wept as she thought of the melody of his
once fine voice, joining him at his request,
half choked by her tears. Then he pray
ed with her, sung again and preached,
taking for his text, :" Out of the abundance
Of the heart the mouth speaketh." After
these exercises he expressed his wish to
close with the Lords supper, and imme-
diately began the beautiful ceremony.
His wife, anxious to crafty him, skillfully
aided with such meagre conveniences as
were at hand, to carry out his touching
fancy. He partook with her what seemed
to him the symbolic bread and wine. "We
both drink from the same cup, Emma,
said he. Another hymn, benediction,
and the sufferer began to grow weak, as if
indeed his work was done.
'' l am going now, Emma" he whisper
ed. 81 am sorry you can't cone with me.
In the fall you'll come"
Then there were no more connected
sentences, but incoherent syllables of pray
er, and whispers of sanity hope, " In the
vale--the vale-home yonder-good by"
and at six o'clock that Sabbath evening
the gentle spirited Horton fell asleep in
Jesus.
Thus perished martyr to freedom and
equal rights, as sincere and pure man as
God ever welcomed through great trb-
ulation to the immortal pleasures of his
presence.
To the tender consideration OF her
friends, never so numerous as now and to
the merciful consolation of Almighty God
who never pitied her as he now pities her,
we commend the weeping widow, and
pray that she may long live to share the
honor of her martyred husbands fame.