The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-12-11

situatiou grows more critical-the crisis is APP,
preaching. Life and death are even now In
close conflict. We await results with intense
solicitude. While we wait the beautiful life
passes before in all its enhancing lowell
ness. A child Of rare endowments, In her
girIhood she took upon herself the obligations
of a religious life, and from the day of her pub
lie profession of Christ she never wavered in
her faith. Her religion was unobtrusIve,
her prayers were in secret Fidelity to every
obligation was exhibited in her daily life,
and cheerfulness, kindness and forgiveness
were the abundant fruits. Extenuating words
when others complained, hoping when others
were Respondent, courageous when others fall
tered, trusting when others doubted, and for
giving when others were exulting-were the
adornments of mind singularly free from
weaknesses.
To help others was a special pleasure, and to
smooth the pathway of life to those who had
her affection was to her a real joy. Her read
ing was extensive. her perceptions of the
beautiful, the good and the true quick and
clear, and she omitted no opportunity to
evidence her desire to make others
happy. She cherished no enmities, cultivated
no frivolities. She saw her duty clearly and
went forward with patient earnestness in its
performance. She forgot no obligation, and
her gratitude was never clouded by deceit. At
home the tenderest ties bound her to parents,
brothers, sisters and husband, and life was
brighter by her presence. During the last four
years she wrote much and was pleased TO
know that her mind was undergoing a disci-
pline that would lead to wider usefulness. She
never wrote word of unkindness of
any living being. but sought TO awaken
only generous emotions and acts of benevo-
far ha
Sunday Sentinel, gained for her a number of
appreciative readers, and the kindly words
that occasionally came to her hearing were
priceless rewards. As a Sunday-school teacher
few were more successful in winning friend
ships, which she cherished with devotional
care. AS we write her pulse is growing faint
and feeble; life currents flowing feebly
through her veins; reason has abdicated its
throne; the breath is quick eyes closed death
is approaching; the last struggle will soon be
over, and then there will be rest for the weary.
Friends moisten her lips and wipe the death
dew from her brow. Relatives, near and dear,
gather around, imprint the farewell kiss and
say goodbye. They go with her TO the stream,
and only on Its brink are hands unclasped.
The soul takes its flight. She is dead. Tears
fall like rain. God be thanked for tears, as
they tranquilIze, and through them the De-
reaved look up and say, "Thy will be done"
In life a favorite song, one which she loved
and sang with the tenderness of childlike
trust was the poets conception of the text:
"And 10, a great multitude which no man
could number, of all nations and kindreds and
people and tongues, stood before the throne
and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes
and palms in their hands"
"Who are those in bright array,
This exulting, happy throng,
Round the altar night and day,
Singing one triumphant song?
''They have clean robes, white robes;
White robes are waiting for me;
Yes, clean robes, white robes,
Washed in the blood OF the Lamb.
'Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might
More than conquerors they stand.
"Joy and gladness Danish signs,
Perfect love dispels all fears
And forever from thine eyes
God shall wipe away their tears"
With faith as strong as her own, we leave
her with the "exulting. happy throng." By the
side of her sainted mother her form will rest.
The living who loved her will cherish sweet
memories of her life, and faith like that
which sustained her, that when life's ftful
fever is past they shall join her in that blessed
country where
sickness, sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more"