The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-10-17
For the r. 4 M-Houselsol
Dickens Ore q m Of Death.

Ha, any of the Hous eh0ld ever no
ticed, in reading Dickens works, the un-
ique and beautiful manner IN which he
describes de ath- bed scenes will send
some ut them to the Household, Tor per-
hars some one who has not read them
may appreciate their beauties as | have.
Nothing eau more touchlngly beau
titul than the death Of little Paul Dom
bey, in ''Dombey aud S,n:
Now lay me down, he said ''aDd
! Floy, come c.osc to NE, and let uIe see
you,' Sister aud bro,ier ,uad thar
arms around each other, and the golden
u9ht came streaming III, and icil upon
them, locked togetinr. How fast the
river runs, between it, gum banks and
the rushes i oy But il'- very near the
sea | hear the waves they always
+. SAID so ~
Presently he told her that the motion
! Of the boat upon th9 stream was luliing
him to rest How gre, u the banks were
now how bright the flowers VrowinX on
them, and how tall the rushes Now
the boat was out at sea, but gliding
smoothly on. And now there was a
shore before him. Who stood on the
bank He put his hands together, a.
| he had beeu used to do at his prayers.
He did not remove his arms to do IL ;
but they saw him fold them so, behind
her neck. Mamma is like you. Floy.
know her by her face But tell them
that The print upon the STAIRS ut school
is rot divine enough. The light abou,
the head is shining On me as | go =
The golden ripple on the wall came
back again, and nothing else stirred IN
the room. The old, old fashion The
fashion that came in with eur first gar
ments, and will last unchanged until OUT
race has run its course. and the wide
armament is rolled up Ike a scroll. The
old, old tashion-Death Oh, thank
God, all who sees it, tor that older
upon US. angels OF young children, with
regards, n : quite estranged, when the
swift river bears us to the ocean
The death Of the mser, Anthony
Chuzzlewit, in Martin Chuz1lewit
Old Anthony, dressed in his usual
clothes, was In the room beside the ia
ble He leaned upon the shoulder OF
his solitary friend and on his hvid face
and on his horny hands, and 10 his CLASSY
eyes, and traced by an eternal finger IN
the very drops of sweat upon his brow,
was one word-Death He spoke 10
them in something of his own voice, too,
but sharpened and made hollow, like a
dead man's lace. What he would hav.
said. God knows. He seemed to utter
words, but they were such as man hao
never heard And this was the most
fearful circumstance of all, tc see him
standing there, gabbling in an unearthly
tongue They put him III his easy chan
and wheeled it near the open window :,
/ then. setting open the door, exposed him
/ To the flee current OF morning air. But
4 not all the air that Is, nor all the winds
! that ever blew 'twixt Heaven and Earth
could have brought new life to him
Plunge him TO the throat in golden
pieces now. and his heavy fingers shall
not close on one
la BLEAK House" the death of the
poor, ignorant street sweeper 10, with
his only friend, the doctor, beside him
The cart is shaken all to pieces, anc
the rugged road is very near its end
'.Jo, my poor fellow''
81 hear yous sir, in the dark, but I'm
a gropin'-a gropin' let me catch hold 0
4 your hand"
fof'Jo. can you say what say p
i 'I,ll say anything as you say, sir, fo
), Knows it ) good, = -.t4 -
"Or Father" -.4~sr. = E
| Our Father yes, that 5 very good