The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-05-16
FROM DEATH TO- dFE.
Wednesday,. ,J3l3ls Isl.


should have come to the family who have
given ME shelter and employment for nigh
thirty years come Christmas. To be sure,
we can't expect to have the sky always blne,
and the posies always showing off their
pretty colors. But, none tie less, II one
has smooth sailing for while it makes the
storm seem harder to bear than If one
hegins rough and ends smooth.
began to live with my mistress the very
day she came back from her wedding trip
and settled down in the old family mansion
which had been in her husbands family for
so many years. She was bonnie young
lady then, and though nigh on to fifty years
old now, think her face has only grown
sweeter and more beautiful with every
added twelyemonth The kind of life she
has lived always has that kind of effect, or
its opposite. One either sweetens or sours
under such experiences. For to say the
TRUTH my old master has temper that car
ries all before it when the cit Is on him.
When it passes over he is like lamb.
am sure Miss Cecile--or, rather, should
say Mrs. Cecile--must have taken him for a
more amiable person, and, so to speak,
snust have been frightened enough when
she found out she had married q wolf in
sleeps clothing. f#
know I ought to be ashamed of myself
to call master a wolf, for, as | said before
it's only his temper that runs away with
Mm-he'd be an angel if it wasn't for that
But we've sorrow in the family now
that puts all Others in the shade Our dear
young master, Philip, is lying in the house
dead His face, which is so like my mis-
tresss own is as white as one of the statues
that give me the shivers when go into the
lrawing-room to light up the chandeliers
His brown eyes will never more smile at me
rs when I used TO open the door for him at
A very late hour of the night, aud he'd say
"Thank you, Sally shall remember
you when have house of my own.n
1t has always been wonder to me that
Master Philip would keep such irregular
hours, for he never had sign of drink upon
him, and l can't think an immoral thought
ever entered into his head
mind at rest about it now, even if had eve,
forgotten myself enough to question him,
which don't think l should; for / know
my place.
Master Philip would have been twenty.
eight tomorrow, IL he had lived to see the
day but ii will now have two anniversaries
connected with it--for he is to be buried to-
morrow from DIR. Grays church.
Thursday, June 2ad-At Midnight.
When my mother first put it into my head
to keep a journal was only chit of twelve,
and I've kept ii up ever since, though I've
often Thoughts whats the use of writing
down the same things day after day in such
a monotonous life as mine is?n But no
story writer ever had TO tell of stranger ex-
perience than I'm going to set down now.
I'd best begin with the mourning coachee
which were a-following our dear young mas
ter's body TO the church.
Old master and mistress were all alone il
the first one, for Master Philip was THEN
only child, and neither of them had any re-
atives in this part of the world. Master is
the only one left of his family, and mstress's
father and mother, and Miss Agnes, her
only sister, are travelling in foreign eoun.
tries, and no one knows exactly where; for
svery new letter gives new direction to
send to.
All the servants under my charge were in
the second coach; and Pierre, the colored
butler, and the men-servants followed ON in
another coach behind us.
shall never forget my feelings when we
all filed into tie church two by two, and
heard the minister's voice saying, so slow
and solemn: 81 know that MY Redeemer
liveth," and all the rest of that beautiful &c.
lection from the Holy Book, and thought
about its being Master Philips body which
was lying so cold and still in the velvet-cov-
cred coffin borne In front of us. There was
a dim, religious light in the church, and the
place in front of the chancel looked like
aower-bed with the anchors, and broken
columns, and pillows of immortelles, and
other devices, such as crosses, and stars and
crowns, all made of the choicest and most
fragrant of white flowers. Large as the
church was, it was filed, for the Evereits
are one of the leading families and great
sympathy is felt for Them and then, too
in such great, thicSly populated city al
New York is, when the doors of a church
are thrown open upon any occasion out Of
the ordinary there win always be a great
many strangers attracted to enter in, and
see what is to be seen.
All through the solemn and touching ser
vice I was crying as though my heart would
break, for I could see Master Philips face
before me all the time--now as a merry,
laughing little boys, then es the handsome,
pleasant-looking one which wss his when
grown up.
At last the minister was through, and then
he came to the head of the coffin as the un-
dertaker unfastened tue lid and turned il
back. He stood for moment looking
down at my young master; then he said,
bis voice all of tremble:
"An opportunity win be given to all who
desire to look once more upon the face OF
our dear young friend"
Then followed directions TO the people
how to move 30 that no confusion should
follow, and then for an instan. there was
pause of such utter stiffness that I could
bear my heart beat before the rustling OF
draperies and the subdued sound of moving
feet was heard.
Then rich and poor, young and old,
friends and strangers, joined in the process
sion which was to pass by poor Master
Philip and gaze upon his dead face Pm OF
English birth myself, and I have all the
English horror of the American custom OF
opening coffin in public. felt as though
Iwould give worlds could have the right
to speak out then and there, and forbid this
exposure of Master Philip. But Gods ways
are not our ways, and it is well that hadn't
the power, for all of sudden heart-rend
ing cry rang out, followed by:
ooh, my Phillip, is It thus have found
you Deadi Deadln Hss#
Then fhere was a commofion about the