The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1879-07-31
PATHOS OF DICkENS.
His Description Of the Passage Over
the Dark River.

FATHOS OF DlCkENS.
His Description Of the Passage Over
the Dark River.
Even when golden hair lay In a
halo on a pillow. round the worn face
OF little boy he said with a radiant
smile, Dear papa and mamma 1 am
sorry TO leave you both and TO leave
my pretty sister, but am called and
] must 60" Thus thus the rustling
OF an angels wings got blended with
the other echoes and had In them the
breath or heaven-Tale OF two cities,
book 2, Chapter 81.
There is no time there, and no
trouble there. The spare hand does
not tremble; nothing worse than a
sweet, bright constancy is in her face.
She goes next before him-is gone. I"
ibid, book 2, Chaper 10.
The dying boy may answer, I.
soon shall lie there" He spoke OF
beautiful gaIdens stretched out be-
fore him, that were filed with fig
ures OF men and many children, all
with light upon their faces then whis
pered 1t was E len, aud so died.
Nicholas Nickleby. Chapter 5S.
Its turned very dark. sir. l.,
there any light a-comingq The cart
Is shaken all TO pieces, aud the rug
ged road Is very near its end. I'm a
groopin "a groopin = let me catch
hold Of your hand. Hallowed be thy
name"
Dead my lords and gentlemen.
Deadl men and women born with
heavenly compassion In your hearts.
Aud dying thus around us every
dayT-Bleak house, chapter AZ.
He slowly laid his face down upon
her bosom, dew his arms round her
neck, and with one parting sob began
the world. Not this world. Oh. not
this! The world that sets this right"
Ibid, chapter 65.
"If this is sleep, sit by me when
sleep; turn me to you, for your face
Is going far CT and l want il to be
near" And she died like child that
had gone to slsep.-David Copper.
field. chapter 0.
"Time and world were slipping
from beneath him. He's going out
with the tide. - And 1t being low
water. he went out with the tide
Ibid, chapter 80.
@One new mound was there, which
had not been there last night. Time
burrowiEg like mole below the
ground. had marked his track by
throwing up another heap OF earth"
MARTIN Chuzzlewit. chapter 16.
"She was dead. No sleep so beau
tiful and calm. so free from trace OF
pain, 80 fair to look upon. She
seemed creature fresh from the
hand OF God aud awaiting for the
breath OF life, not one who had lived
and suffered death. She was past all
help or need of 1t. We will not wake
her."-Old Curiosity Shop. chapter
IL.
~The hand stopped In the midst of
them; the light that had always been
and dim behind the weak Transparent.
cy went out."-Hard Times, chapter 8.
"For moment the closed eyelids
trembled and the faintest shadow OF
smile was seen. Thus, clinging to
the light spar with her arms, the
mother drifted out upon the dark and
unknown sea that rolls around all the
world" = Dombey and Son, vol. /,
chapter 1.
"Il's very near the sea; hear the
waves! The light about the head is
shining upon me as l gol The old.
old fashion that came In with our
first garments, and will last unchan-
ged un IL our race has run its course
and the wide firmanent Is rolled up
like a scroll. Obi thank God for
that old fashion yet of Immortality.
And look upon us, angels OF your
children, when the swift river bears
us to the ocean. Ibid, chapter II.
"In this round world Of many cir
cles within circles do we make wea-
ry journey from the high grades to
the low, to find at last that they lie
close together, that the two extremes
touch, and that our journeys end is
but our starting place. Ibid, chap
ter 81.
"A cricket sings upon the hearth a
broken child's toys lie upon the
ground and nothing else remains.p-
Crickets on the Hearth, chapter 2.