, 1889-07-04
SISTER ELIZA.
One OF the Nobie-t w"m IN la the Rocky
Mountain Rrgton.

Mountain R-gton.
From an exchange we take the follow
ing concerning one OF the noble slsterhood
who, seeking no fame or other reward,
are yet blessing humanity with their gen.
erous efforts:
One OF the noblest women in the Rocky
mountain country is Sister Eliza of Den.
yer, who is Il memb of an Episcopal sis
terhood, whose headquarters are iu Phila.
delphla. For over twelve years she has
been engaged in charitable work in Den.
yer, and at the county hospital ia pdrticu.
lar Many homeless boy and uufortu-
nate girl has she watched and prayed over
in their dying hour. will relate one in
cident that came under my own observa-
ton, but ii is only one Of the hundreds
that could br told of her noble work, and
In many an Eastern home they would say
God Oie.s her." did they koow that an
absent son had been 80 Kindly cared for by
her in his last hours.
One PHEASANT afternoon | visited the
hospital, and on enteri0g a ward found
Sister Ehza engaged in her mission OF
mercy and love A toor b Wy from Massa-
chusetts was dying, and she was praying
with him. Poor fellow, he was pauper
tar away from his NeS E0gland home
But Sister Eliza was with him. Sacred
the scene. The sunlight streamed in
softly, tut the room seeWed brighter from
aDotner picture, even though IN the pres.
ence OF death. The dying boy vas rest.
iug IN the arms of his attending nurse
and close 10y the cot was seated Sister
Ehzi, reading from her bible aud Eplsco.
pal prayer oook. She read OF the beautl.
| tul mansions. and then hogan to read an
Episcopal prayer. Somehow | had al.
ways thought that Episcopal pray.
ers were too stereotyped. That
they were cold and meaningless. But
had never heard Sister Eliza read them.
She has one OF those noble, motherly
faces that at once win your heart. Her
intonation Is clear and distinct, and every
word uttered seems to come from her
her heart. Her noble face never looked
| story, too. a letter had come from a
humble Massachusetts home 10 the younQ
man. 1t was from mother and sister to
son and brother. 1t was full of tender
ness and love, but containing no money.
They had no moneylto send. They were
very poor, but this 10 such beautiful
letter" said Sister Eliza to me. The dy-
ing boy looked over at her moment. ~
it to say he understood. She then left the
room few moments, saying she would
return.
After her departure the boy rallied a
moment, and, turniuR N me. family
gasped: Thank Sister Eliza for me
Tell her could not speak while she Wal
in here reading to me. NV head is yer.
heavy, and am feeling so cold. But tel
her heard every word she said, and it diS
me good. She has been 80 good and kline
to me, and you'll thank her, won't you
for me?
When Sister Eliza returned, the boy wa
breathing his last. but he seemed to cato
the benediction ia her noble face. for
had told her his request. ..
His was u pauper's grave, worse than
nameless grave.
} .'Sister Eliza. " said as we left the room
will you do me a favorp"
'.lf | can," she answered.
"Will you please give me a sketch
your lifeY"
mo. But do this work because lov
it. | love to comfort tee homeless an
sad That is nv work and Mission"
will you please tell me your tau
namep"
: II AN only known as sister Eiza.'