Nebraska advertiser., 1872-08-15
A WONAy,S OFFERING TO THE
MEMORY OE / NOIAN.

Z. MEMORY OF \ WOMAN.
A few minutes past u o'clock las
Thursday, our beloved, our aoeU be
loved friend, Mrs. Henry NJ. Atkin
son, passed away amid the noonda.
splendors of a triumphant Christian
death. She who trembled at tn
sound of thunder, who covered he
eyes at the sight of the vivid light
ning's flash, walked steadily, bravel!
| down to the waters edge. She wht
had silently, more than otherwise, tes
titled her belief in Christ, now as sht
launched away. almost shouted heI
Joy as she beheld the portals of the
Eternal City. My pen refuses to write
and in silence contemplate herwon'
derful testimony, for language fails tc
describe that more than heavenly in
spiration which she felt, There was
no need to argue with her. of the di-
vinity of Him who, through His hu-
manity, sympathised with her tor
tured body. No4need to tell her the
atonement was complete, for already
His bleeding wounds had been plead
ing for her at the throne of the Most
High. No need to comfort her with
the prospect of glorious future, for
already she could exclaim, II know, 1
knoaO, that my Redeemer liveth, and
that He shall stand at the latter day
upon the earth, and though after
my skin, worms destroy this body,
yet in my flesh shall l see God"
Tied to physical suffering, lifted
above earthly care, she staid but few
days with US, but while we endured
the suspense alternating between
hope and fear, we ventured to wish
that she might be spared to tell us of
this "Gredt Lightn which came to her
as she was entering the "Valley of the
shadow of Death"
That she who had a husband who
loved her devotedly, little children
who clung to her as only little chill
dren can cling; father, mother, broth
ers who loved tenderly; Oh. we wan
ted to know just what it was that
made her willing to leave them all,
dU;. all that it would seem that could
make earth desirable. She spoke fire.
quently of her unwOrthiness, her sim
fulness. WHAT" she would say,
'have | done for husband or child, or
friend, that God should count me
When she said this, and |
looked at her frail body and saw how
little active work she could do, | re-
membered her great heart, how many
had place there. No little child
wanting sympathy ever looked in that
sweet face with 0ub receiving it. No
woman, foOt-sOre and weary, ever
brought her w2rit to Mrs. Atkinson
who went from her door half paid
no man ever entered her presence
who came from it feeling he was less
4 man than when he entered it; no
popular sin, because it was popular,
Jared lift its head beside her tireside;
10 question of public morals present.
I'd itself, but found her willing and
'eady to defend what she considered
light. She was never known to re-
use her sanction to that which was
rood, noble and true. Her life proved
hat not alone upon the high seas are
,attles fought and won; not alone
lpon the tented field are victories
tGutly contested, but within the com
PASS of our social system are arrayed
he contending forces of Good and
Evil, and a Christian woman, who
ought well, has fallen in the fray.
Such is her record. Let us by the |
ide of her Iifeless body, above her
lewmade grave, consecrate our
selves anew to God and His cause. |
How I wish I might present this
Jhrist faith which sustained her in
leath, to the young of this communi |
ty, especially the young women of
Ter own church, that they would has |
en- to make green her memory by an
ctive, Christian life; that the pastor
Who longs TO gather the young souls
n the fold, for whom he has prayed,
night realize a speedy answer to his
To many of them, oc
as they do, an enviable posi-
ion in society, will come temptations
which only God can help them to
meet. To die as she died were worth
. whole lifetime of care and sorrow,
f only at the even we may behold
he "Great Light which she saw.
soon kind friends will fold our hands,
smooth par garments, stronger hands
will bear us to the grave, will place
he sod above our last resting place,
hen will come oar record. Will it'll
Je written in halls Of pleasure, haunts
II vice, in dens Of infamy, cr will God
ind it inscribed in his temple, engra-
zen on the hearts Of his poor, waited
o heaven by the prayers of His op-
pressed, afflicted people.