Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1883-06-01
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Beautiful Prospects.

How lofteni the wish of 1.-The Syriana
prophet as he stood ON the top, of Poor,
has been echoed by human hearts, But
the coveted 4tdeath of the righteous,
receives its chief significance from a
righteous life that preoedes ditBTHhe
.'edifyingp .deaihbad f,d.ouisr XIV, of,
France, after his, mean and immoral CA
'rcer, impresses. one more as a success.
ful theatrical performance than rs the
closing scene Of a isincere Christian ex-
perience. esNo asuch unhappy suspicion
hung oyer the dying horusl and utter
ances OF Mrs, Elizabeth. Barrett BROWNE
ing, and no such contradiction mars
her biography or the beauty of its end,
Hers was n lovely Christian life, and its
close fulfilled the Seriptural promises.
A severel cold in the summer of 1861
soon developed into .aithreatenirp i'll
ness, which confined herrto, her bed. i'm,
her home in. Florence from whose Casa
Giiidi Windows she had so often looked
with wisely wohdrous ewes. She raj
lied, however and on the sixth day an
intimate female FRIEND who, had visited
her went away with no suspicion of
what was 50 soon to be the terrible re-
atty. Mrs Browning $ own bright boy
babe his mother, goodnight, cheered
by. her oft-repeated Il am better, dear;
much better hf,n9 Fa,ircp 81, -.
Only one watched her breathing
through the night-he husband, who
for fifteen years chad ministered to her
with all the tenderness of aiwoman. II
was night void of suffering to her. AS
the morning approached, and two hours
previous to the fatal moment, she
seemed to be in a partial ecstasy, and,
though not apparently conscious of the
coming of death. she gave her husband
all those many words of love, whose
value death has made priceless b..,yie.,
o., Such moments are too sacred for the
common pen, which pauses as the
woman-poet raises herself up to die in
the arms of her poet-husband. He
knew notithat death had robbed him of
his treasure until the dropping form
grew chill, and ffoEe his hearts blood.
AT half.past four on the morning of the
18th of dune Elizabeth Barrett Browning
passed away. o.. ,a..,.1t ,...,.........' .
Her last words were: cit is beauti-
fulr' !" go. ~. = II >
God was merciful to the end, sparine
her and hers the agony Of a frenzied
parting, giving proofs to those who
were left of the glory and happiness in
store for her, by those few words: g it
is beautifully The spirit could see its
future mission even before shaking off
the dust of the earth. n' R'ffhtl 2
Mrs. Hemans wrote hopefully and
beautifully of the browning hours of q
Christian life. In her last DAYS she
said: 8. feel like Mary, sitting at the
feet of my. Saviour, and learning of
Him to be meek and lowly. - No pen.
she said, could describe the visions of
hlessedness that rose upon her spiritual
sight, -uiifii1 r. 1-ugTg. III Ier
Like Mrs Hemans, Mrs. Browning
wrote confidently of life,,s harvest DAYS.
In connection with this anecdote, how
like prophecy Is her poem; "a He Civ
eth. His Beloved Sleep. " 49,,
Beautiful Yet only those who,
after hard struggles, climb to the high
submits of an unsclfish and pure-hearted
life, see at last these beautiful prospects
Not all good people have. such disc1os-
ures here, even at the last, but to every
one who does his duty to God, day
by day, the prospect of the future life is
beautiful. = Youths Co7npa11io,,. ,'ti ~