The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1877-04-21
at Rest.

There is a sweetness III woman decay,
When the light OF beauty is fading away.
There is a blending of white and blue,
Where the purple blood is melting through
The snow of her pale and tender cheek;
And there are tones that sweetly speak
Of a spirit who longs for purer day,
And is ready to wing her flight away.
In the flush of youth, and the spring Of feeling,
When life like sunny stream Is stealing
Its silent steps through tiowery path,
In this enlivened ana gladstone hour
The spirit may hum with brighter power;
But dearer the calm and quiet day,
When the heaven sick soul is stealing away.
And when her sun is low declining,
And life wears out with no repining,
And the whisper that tells of early death,
Is soft as the west winds balmy BREATH
When it comes at the hoar Of still repose,
To sleep in the breast of the wooing rose
And the lip that swelled with living glow
Is pale as a curl of new fallen snow:
Though her dying voice be mute
Or faint as the tones OF an unstrung lute,
And though the glow from her cheek be fed
And her pale lips cold as the marble dead,
Her eye still beams unwonted hres
With a woman's love, and a saints desires,
And her last, fond lingering look is given
To the love she leaves and then to heaven,
As if she would bear that love away
To purer world and a brighter day
DiED-At her mothers residence, March 10Th,
after lingering illness of two years, Mrs d.
A. Buell.
1t is hard at any time to say above a coffin lid
"Thy will be done.' Remembering how brief
were the twcnty-nne years Of the life which has
Just closed it is doubly hard for those to whom
the dead was dear to say, " 1t is we'll"
Mrs. Bucll had barely touched the full NERD
ian of wornanhood All tha. for which men cling
>. rphnst doom
est pleasures, lay before not behind her, She
was bound to earth by the most tender and holy
ties which woman's heart may know she was
looking forward to long and happy years in the
future, when the voice of the Master came to hcr
across the sands of time bidding her prepare foi
tourney into the celestial country.
Hoping that change Of climate might bring
back the glow of health to the fading cheek, Mr.
and Mrs. Buell. spent several months on the IA
c6c coast, but the grasp OF mortal disease wa:
too firmly fastened upon her to be shaken OF
and she came home only to die
Then followed weary months OF slow decline
with the presence of the King of Terrors daily
growing more apparent. Days when the vast
ing form was racked by chilling cold and consum
ing fever, when all those who loved her coul'
do was to soethe her suffering, not banisl
| it. All this she bore with christian patience
greeting with warm interest the many friend
who visited her sick chamber, talking cheeril
with them OF the great outside world from whicl
she was drifting away SO fast, aud even to tn
last carrying much of hfe's sunshine with her t.
the borders OF the grave.
None but mothers heart can realize the an
gush of bidding an eternal farewell to her chi
dren but through Savior's help she was enable
to triumph over this most bitter trial and com
init even her beloved little daughter to tn
watch.care of her Father in Heaven.
For a number of years Mrs. Buell. had been
member of the Congregational church, and on
OF The last acts Of her life was to dedicate he
dear little ones to God IN baptism. Loved an
impressive as the rite ever is, in that sick chan
Der and bedside that dying bed it gained a ne'
and thrilling solemnity. During those last day
often and fondly rs her thoughts fingered aroun
the home which she was leaving, they centere
! still more closely around the eternal home whic
she was nearing. Sometimes this faith foun
expression in words of holy trust, sometimes /
whispered prayers, more frequently in deep an
silent communion with that Savior upon who's
arm she leaned as she passed from earth. Nor
precious than gold to her only son will be tn
: memory Of his mothers feryent petitions, sacre
; counsels, aud last, tender nenedictions.
u Her request was answered. With hands clasi
) ed in prayer, just as the dawn was about I
break over the prairies, she passed through I'll
gate OF sleep into Gods unending morning. r.
diant as the azure which bent above her ne
. made grave is the life of rest upon which 81
has entered. At her Savisr's feet she has game
b youth strength, unceasing joy, all rare and pr
cious things.
Gentle and truslfu in character, warn,hea
. and wholly devoted to her dear ones, her place
the home circle can lily be supplied and new,