Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1885-08-05

clear and a voice distinct, he replied: 81 do
not wish to proclaim it, but should He spare
my life it is my intention and resolve to
throw all my influence by my example in
that direction"
His Calm Death.
And where in all the annals Of the
Church shall we find a dying hour 80 full Of
divine repose? His calm faith il a future
state was undisturbed by anxious doubt.
His suffering and wasted body was but the
casket for the resplendent jewel of the soul,
and wnen death ruthlessly broke that pre-
cious casket an angel carried the jewel to
the skies to lay it at the SaVior's feet. In
the early light of April /, when all thought
the end was come, the sufferer said TO me:
Doctor, | am going
~ hope the prospect Of the future is
clear and bright was my response; and the
answer came: Eyes; oh, yes!' Then fol
lowed a scene of infinite tenderness. The
honored wife, the precious daughter, the de-
voted Sons and their wives, each in turn ap-
preached and he tenderly kissed them.
"Do you know me darling?' was the loving
wife's inquiry, and he whispered back:
Certainly l do, and bless you all in my
heart" Such love melted the marble heart
of death and the king Of Terrors'' fed af-
frighted. The sufferer revived. Heaven
added months to a life so dear to us all.
When he had recovered sufficiently, l asked
him. "Whst was the supreme thought on
your mind when death vas so near
His Hidden Life.
The comfort of the consciousness that l
had tried to live q good and honorable
life" was the response which revealed the
hidden life of his soul. Again the angel Of
death cast his shadow over the one a Nation
loved. Amid the gathering gloom | said:
You have many awaiting you on the other
eide"
II wish they would come and not iuger
long" was the answer of the Christian faith
and hope. They came at last. They came to
greet him with the kiss oSimmortality. They
came to escort the conqueror over the
last enemy" to a coronation never seen on
thrones Of earthly powers and glory. Who
came? His msrtyred friend, Lincoln?
His companion in arms McPherson2 His
faithful Chief of staff Bawlins? His great
predecessor in camp and Cabinet, Washing
toni And did not all who died for Liberty
Gomez 0! calm, brave, heroic soul, sing
thou the song of Christian triumph: 20,
death, where is thy sting, 0, grave, where is
thv victory? Thanks be to God, which
giveth US the victory, through Jesus Christ,
our Lord"
And
That Victory
at hand. From his view on Monday at
the eastern outlook he was TO ascend to be,
hold a grsnder vision. Tuesday came
and went. Night drew on apsce, and death
seemed imminent. Around his chair We
knelt in prayer for some divine manifesto.
ton of comfort. Our prayer was heard.
The sufferer revived. Again he wrote mes
sages of lore and wisdom. The night wore
away. Wednesday dawned on hill and dale
Hope revived. His intellect was clear and
his consciousness was supreme. Again
be wrote, and again he whispered the
wishes of his heart. AS came the
eventide, SO came his last night. From
ont of that chair wherein he had sat aud
suffered, and wfbte and prayed, tenderly he
was carried to that couch from which he was
never to rise. Around him we gathered and
bowed in prayer TO commend his departing
spirit to the mercy Of Him who gave it. he
answered in monosyllables to questions for
his comfort. The brain was the last to die.
All were watchers on that memorable night
~Recognitions were exchanged. A peaceful
death and consciousness to the last breath
were granted unto him. The last night had
passed.
IT'S Morning.
The stars have melted into the COMING
light The rosy fingered morn lifts the
drapery Of the night. The distant noun,
tains stands forth sgloW. The soft pure
light Of early dawn covers cath and sky,
The dewdrop spsrkles on the grass and in
the daisy's cup. The birds from their syl
van covers Carol the melody Of a thousand
songs. The world r~ejoices, and its many
minstrels challenge the harpers of the sky
In a humble cottage, prone upon his couch
lies 'our old commander he is dylngl
It's morning, and in the light Of that day
Thousands of earnest faces fash with re
newed concern. From many q shaded lane
and mountain slope, from many a farm
and splendid mansion, eager eyes look to
ward the mount of suffering and breathe 6
prayer to God for the one We loved. Alas
he is dead.
It's morning. 1t is the promise of {
bright day. The trumpeters of the sEeI
are sounding the ~reveiIle: Their notes have
reached the earth. Their notes have reach
ed our Generals ear: he has gone to joir
the triumphant host. It's morning IL
Heaven