Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1869-08-24
DIED.


In Edgefeld. on the morning Of the ed o.
of August, ADDIE D. only daughter of NJ. NJ
and Mary A. Brien. aged six years and tel
months.
String anew your golden hsrps, OH ye re
| deemed of Christ, Z" our treasured darling,
| stands at the golden gate. waiting for admission
/ into the Heavenly courts.
As the soft moOnbeams play in beauty oI
/ leaf and tree, a little waxen form lies asleeI
amidst the flowers. Little heeds our pure che
/ rub of the broken and desolate hearts which
she has left to weep DER their idol of clay, ant
| yet, in the words of the sweet pOetess, we car
| only say, 1T is indeed well with the child"
Day by day. week by week. have we seen lou
| little Addie " the cherished household pet
fading from our sight-sO softly. gently, did bel
little life ebb itself away. that we could moi
think it death.
Stricken with disease which assumed new
| features each day, well might the skill of the
earthly physician have been baffied, for when
God demands bis own. science may fold her
| hands in devout silence.
With the gentleness of a smittsn lamb, she
| bowed her head to the fell destroyer, never
| murmuTing, save to utter low sigh of WEAKNESS
| as the wasting brain gave WY under continued
fever. Oh who of US can ever forget the soft
expression of those dear eyes, $50 softly. deep
i ly, beautifully blue" as they would lift them
| selves. thanking each one around her for their
| kind attention. 1t was as If an angel had
| spoken through her eyes and said: Not much
| longer, beloved ones, ere l shall have ex-
Il
| Christ's righteousness"
In vain comes to us the sad message, "Addie
| little Addie. has fed from u.s." and it is only
now. as we see the sad emblem of early deaf
| floating in the breeze that we can fully real re
the fatal truth. But little while since. and in
| the midst of an assembled multitude stood a
smiling little cherub, all enveloped in the soft
| robe Of purity and innocence. Health beamtd
from her eye and cheek. and as she recited some
beautiful lines appropriate TO childhood with
what pride did her beloved teacher acknOwl-
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darling OF her school"
Had, we paused to think of the unftness Of
this earth TO give shelter to thing 81 pure as
she. we might, perhaps, have been better pre-
pared for this sad event. But so it is. In our
love for the creatures given TO US but for a few
short days, we forget tIom whence Games the
fountain fountain OF hie' and until the
Iealize' that our. idols are but of clay
that cherish them we will, shield them as
we may, there is a frost which can penetrate
through the widest earthly love blighting eve
~ tender flower of our household, il God but
wills it.
Often in after years will the memory of that
patient little suffer finger with us. teaching us
a lesson of life, by her sweet unmurmuTing
spirit.
Never will we cease to remember the smiling
little lips, which ever bsde us welcome" as we
entered the door; and never will the soft touch
of that little hand, it clasped our own, in its
weakness, be forgotten.
And. if such be her loss to US. what must il be
70 luOcc VINO Cu6TlS06u lGT SO lO0QlN as their
own sweet lamb" To every member of her
family, parent, child and servant she spoke
some word of gentleness and affection. The
same spirit which characterized her during her
entire illness. manifested itself Iring the few
short years of her young life.
But to-day, wrapped IN her soft white robe,
she lies more glorious, pure and lovely than the
fading flowers which are lying around or. The
little hands so ready TO give the kindly greet
ing. lie meekly folded DER her cold, still breast.
Never again. bereayed one. will she soOthe you
by the soft whlsperings of affection, but upon
the breeze OF I'll eaYen comes borne a loved voice
saying: Il have crossed the waves, and the
same Fathers hand which upheld me, will lead
you to Paradise, if you but lean upon him for
strength"
Can human consolation bring such comfort
10 your stricken hearts as these blessed words
coming away from the other shore, even from
the Promised Land?"
No, mol But for Gethsemane well might we
weep DER our early dead-but for Cavalry. we'll
might we say, The night will never end"
Then let's give "Our darling" to the earth, feel
ing that we have but given our guardianship
into the hands of one who never sl1mbereth
or "sleepeth;" and where the summer winds
sing their plaintive requiem DER that little
green mound of earth, let us send up our own
hearts IN prayer to God, tina when He shall call
US 10 give up our account, we may find the
same strong arm ready to bear us to our heav-
Nenly home. Then let US gather up each little
treasure which her hand BIAS made sacred. The |
little broken toys which once had no charms
Tor the eyes OF the bereaved mOIher are each |
oi them precious now. Each spot those dear |
feet have trodden is a sacred little altar in the |
hearts Of those heartbroken mOurners. Ohl |
II eayen grant that the cOntrite spirits which |
shall be laid upon that altar may lead them |
safely to their Little Addie," who to-day is |
singing the glad anthems of ''redeeming love"
We see her now. with her golden hair,
And eyes so softly blue,
As she kneels TO receive the crown so dear
As angels are wont TO do
lnto Thy precious hands, Oh Cod
We now commit our treasured darling;
Teach us 10 bow beneath thy rod,
Nor mourn that thou hast taken our darling |