Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-03-22
Our Saturday Night.
PUT THEM AWAY.
nY BRICK rOMEnoTs
Tick Tiekl Tick !

How the ticking Of the clock, unnoticed at
other times, strikes like hammer Of iron to
the heart as we sit here tonight, in room
yesterday occupied by living, loving friend
Tonight she is at rest in the Golden Land.
And we are to mouru-not 50 much that she
is out Of pain and bodily agony, but that no
more on earth can we hear her sweet voice
listen to her encouraging words, or look into
her eyes that so eloquently mirrored the pu.
rty Of her soul.
Tomorrow, soon TO be here, will be the
Sabbath. Day Of rest-Day Of sadness : for
dear, good friend has already in this life
won her crown and place with those who have
passed on, while we are left TO win ours, but
with no more Of that help which came from
her good wishes pure counsel and beautiful,
unselfsh friendship.
No one in the room with us-save the
guardian spirits, each with pure, loving
thoughts for US to give to others What
there is Of her, rests ia another room. The
door is just ajar. All is still-very still in
there We listen--the ticking Of the clock
nothing more
Let us see Twenty years ago we sat, as
now, in a room much like this, while friend,
or the temple in which he once dwelt rested
in a room adjoining. We were then as now
/ in the presence Of death. Then we were not
at rest as now Ehe wind howled without
We were afraid-in dread. There seemed
/ then to come a shadow of terror from the
waiting room
Were you ever afraid TO be with dead
body? Did you ever fear to be alone with
death ? If so we pity you, if your fear and
suiiering- were Ike ours in the years agono,
before there came about us a light as came
TO one long sinco--as comes to many who are
deserving. But tonight we are not afraid.
Why should we be There is nothing there
to harm us Only a lesson-that our home
is not here While we are at work, she is at
rest While we listen to the ticking of the
clock, as Time marks those who have gone
home she is waiting on the shore for the
one whose very heart, soul and life, she won
by her purity and kindness while here to
bless him with her love and Heaven-boru in
huence
I, Others mourn with US. They sleep in
restless beds, to waken in fearful sorrow while
we keep watch Of the flying hours, each pass
ing away laden with souls going from here to
the beautiful Land Of the Leal.
This was her room Oh Memories
Wherever the eye rests there is something to
remind us of the absent one. There is a lit.
tie watch case nearly finished, as she left it
to wait her recovery There is book in
which she read but three days ago. Here is
a little ribbon worn in her hair. 1t is toe
sacred to touch--so we kiss it with tear-wet
eyes She has gone 1t is so still here
1t is so lonesome for those who have to be al
alone aud to look at the little articles worn Of
used by the absent ones. We pity, Oh $,
deeply-those who weep, and watch, and pray
q those who are left to wait in the storm
, Of life, while the loved one walks on the dis
tant sunny shore.
There is a slipper once worn by her-i
glove--a thimble once worn upon the finger
now so cold and lifeless. In that little desk
it was her's-are letters and scraps, and
kind words from others to her. In that little
q jewel box is ring and few other articles
more precious than wealth, for they wer'
hers. All about the room we see her still
. Oh, Father in Heaven-why is she no
. here with her kind words--her pure love-
her eyes so full of beautiful language VIII
;. cannot those who love 90 home together whe
> so true to each other do they walk the paths o
f life here When we must part some day,
4 only for time, why do we not live better
q purer, truer, and more loving for each othe
y than for self? We cannot find our way o
T. live our life alone so well as with hear
h united.
g Then, good angel, mercifl death, come 70
!. those who are left to mourn, and bear US a
them, from pain to ease--from tears to smile
from grief to joy-from separation to unit
= ing Then will you be welcome-welcom
/. welcome visitor, and we reach forth to cal
j. you to US, as a babe reaches for the hand
/. that are to bear it to the bosom of love.
On the walls are pictures she arranged
u She made everything so homelike. She S
gave beauty to the room and house. A
~ about are evidences of her work and care, 70
good women are so much more thougbtlu
y than most men, Here and there are evideu
!. ces that she lived and loved. Garments sh
J. wore till it seems now as if portion of he
is life were left therein, so much did she indi
r. vidualize everything about her.
!. See there A necklace worn about he
q neck-let us see Months and months an
mouths ago What JOY filled the heart Of tn
one who placed it there when she said
| thanl, you so much for it ~ We hear
her say it--and she knew the one who CAV
). it to her was happy, because she was. Whr
n makes the tears come 50 ? She has gone-Bu
70 SHE Is HERE.
Put them carefully away. These saore
a, little articles. Let no rough hand dstur
~ them. Put them all away, wet with tear
J.. and when tired of this battle Of life, look
them, think of the absent one, thank Go
10 that there is beautiful Land of the Lea
n where those who truly loved on earth wi
,r meet, and live, and rest, and walk and wor
d delightedly aud delightful together whe
10 thought is the implement and minds of mC
l. the field of labor for ages to come.
% So, Welcome Death. Welcome the Dawn
m For what is death but life The openir
of door through which loved ones 60 to be
q ter and brighter lands-for we never shall fiji
NJ worse worlds or existence than this--to wa
% for our coming. Then we will put away the
q. things we have looked at and wept over, al
n. put away that terrible idea of a bigoted, j
=. norant past, that Death is dreadful, for IL
:. not, only to those who are educated to fea
N ty to man more than to God, and to be co
or tent with ideas more than principles witho
n which there could be no God, no creation,
progression-no Eternity-no rest beyond Il
~ final Saturday Night.
lie Economy In Family.
y II There is nothing which goes as far tOwar
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