The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1870-06-10

D,rp. at the residence of g. B. Polk, In this
nlare. on the ID inst, of Consumption, OcfA-
VINE wife Of w. L. Murphy, aged II years, 9
months, and IL dsys. r
On the evening of the second Of June the An
Gel of Death, that has been lowering 90 near the
Gid homestead of OcrA MURPHY for 80 loug,
vet dreaded As it were, to take 80 bright, %
pure being from rearth until her Christian
spirit should leave its Heavenly influence deep
seated Ia the hearts of her kind, a6ectionate
husband, mother, father and sisters. For
weary months you could see the traces OF
Death slowly vel surely making his march yet
never mumoripg, patient and gfeatful for the
sliQhtcst at Of Kindness, ever wearing smile
of Heavenly purity. She wonld talk Of Death
with the sweetest composure and as welcome
messenger that would bear her from the world
to the Celestial City Of God. Whenever she
spoke of Death, which was often, her eve would
beam with radiant brightness, and the pale,
emaciated form would appear TO clasp the
thought fondly to her heart, that she would soon
be an Angel. While tho lamp Of life only
needed one gentle breeze 10 Watt her into eter-
nifty, she called her husbatd, her mother, fAther
and sisters nearer, and talked Of Heaven, her
home, while the angelic smile PLAYED uron her
countenance. She Was too pure for earth, she
was one Of Heavens bright jewels sent On earth
for . few short years to b transplanted IN the
glitterin& courts of Heaven, - . bright shining
angel While the cold and turbid waters IT
Death dashed high it's icy pillows, when she. a.
It were, was borne far, far from the shore from
the reach ofearthly hand. While 90 far that
the gentle breeze that famed her angel brow
bore all words from mortal ear, she affection
ately placed her hand on . sisters head, then
pointing heavenward, said, "ABgels; angels"
Then mourn not, stricken ones. It's true You
will mss the bright smile, and the sweet words
- n NJ 4. -sAh ~vsnh ~AAf
cadence on your ear, and % sweetly beguiled
thy lonely hours. IT'S true You no longer be-
hold those sparkling eyes, beaming with heav-
enly radiance, their brilliancy dispelling the
sombre clouds of dependency and gloom. But
obi mourn not as one without hope, for your
OcrA was indeed too Celestial for earth and IL
now holy angel traversing the wide domain Of
Glory. Yes instead Of lsnguishing on bed OF
disease she now tunes her harp to the ioudest
" across the valley Of the shadow Of Death, and
those angels she saw awaiting her now Joins In
Athens OF pra Use, and she lives - : bright
star in tho crown of Glory. Would the world
could have witnessed that desth-bed scene
There could not be doubt Of Heaven, Of God
and host of bright angels to see and hear her
as her spirit WAS taking its flight. extending her
hands IS it were to clasp those OF Angels - .ne
last faint echo died on her lips "Augelsl An
gels!" MAMIE
Months have claimed my precious moments,
DAYS have counted my bed Of pain,
Hours have told the tale too truly
Moments now shall be my gain.
Friends have stood around my bedside,
Every look so anxiousiy given,
On earth, my spirit no longer dwclleth
But shall take its flight TO heaven.
1 an sick and weary, Mother
Please come stand beside my bed,s
And while pain doth rack my system,
Place your hand npon my head,
For its warmth, and precious virtnre
Seems to cheer yonrdying child,
For while gaze sointens on yoa
Other spirits my soul beguile.
I am passing swiftly from you,
Moments must be dearcr still,
But why murmer dearest mother,
When yon know tits our Savior's will.
All is bright and clear before me,
Can you ask moments stay,
When you know the angels around
Are still beekoning me awayf
Mother and sisters, don't grieve for me,
will join that precious band.
Father-husbapd, please 90 with me
To that bright and happy land.
am sleeping, yes so swectly,
And my weary souls at rest,
Don't grfeve for me but come with NC
You will be forever biesf.
And when you visit the spot 20 sacred
Don't forget the p.ighted VOW
That you gave your darling, OcrA,
When she suffered more than now;
Let her words be well remembered
A she spake her last fare well.
Don't forget our precious Savior,
He viii bring you, with me 10 dwell"
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