Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1870-07-08

lived and suffered death. Her couch was
dressed with here and there some winter
berries and dxgreensl leaves, Egathered in a
spot she had been used to favor. "When
die, put near me something that has
loved the light, and had the, sky.ahoye it
IAlways" Those w6res her wordA
She was dead Dear, gentle, patient,
| noble Nell was dead. Her little bird, a
poor, slight thing the pressure of finger
would have crushed, was stirring nimbly
| in its cage, and the strong heart of its
chlld-mistress was mute and motionless
foreverl Where were the traces Of her
earl cares, her 1ferings, and fatiguess ?
All gone. Sorrow was@ dead, indeed, in
her; but peace and perfect happiness
were born, imaged in her tranquil beauty
and profound repose.
And still her former self lay there, un-
altered in its change. Yes the old fire.
lside had smiled upon thatssame sweet
| face; ;sitshad passed like a dream, Sthrough
the haunts of misery and care; at the
lsdoor of the poor schoo oolmaster on the sum-
| mer evening; before the furnace fire
upon the cold, wet night; at the still bed
side of the dying boy there had been the
same mild and lovely look. So shall we
| know the angels, in their majesty, after
death.
! asfFile old man held one languid arm in
his, and the small, tight hand folded to his
breast for warmth. 1t was the hand she
had stretched out to him with her last
smile; the han@y that ghads sled him on.
| through all heirSManderings.~ Ever and
anon he pressed it to his lips; then
hugged it to his breast again, murmuring
that titwas-wermer it now, and, as he said
| it, he looked in agony to those who stood
around, as if imploring them to help her.
She was dead, and past all hope, or need
seemed to fill with life, even while her
own was waning fast, the garden she had
tended, the eyes she had gladdened, the
lanOiseless haunts of many thoughtless
| hour, the paths she had trodden, as it
were, but yesterday, could know her no
more.
'Itsis not,"said the schoolmaster,ash she
bent down tosAiss her on the cheeS and,
gave his tears4ree vent z'eit is not III THIS
world that Heavens Justice ends Think
what it is, compared with the world to
which her young spirit has winged its
early flight, and say, if one deliberate
wish, expressed in solemn tones, above
this bed, could call her. back to life, which
She, had been dead two days They
were all about her at the time, knowing
that the end was drawing on. She died
soon after daybreak. They had read and
talked to her in the earlier portionEof the
night; but as the hours crept on, she
sank to sleep. They could tell BY what
she family uttered in her dreams, that
they were Of her journeyings with the
old man they were of no painful scenes,
but of those who had helped them, and
used them kindly; for she often said "God
bless, youp..With great feryor. -
@SWaking, she never wandered lin her
mind but once, and that was at beautiful
music, which, she said, was. in the air.
God knows. It'mayfA1eibeens Opening
her eyes, at last, from very quiet sleep,
she begged that they would kiss her once
again. That done she turned to the old
man, with lovely smile upon her face;
such, they ssiG, as they had never seen,
and could never forget, and clung, with
both arms, about his neck. She had never
murmured or complained; but, with a
quiet mind, and manner unaltered, save
that she every day became more earnest
and more grateful to them, faded like the
light upon the summers evening. ~
|$eAlong the crowded path they bore her
now, pure as the new fallen snow that
covered it, whose day on earth had been
as feeting. Under that porch where she
had sal, when Heaven, in its mercy,
brought herAto that peaceful spot, she
passed again, and the old church received
|hersin its quietsshade. :, :.