The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1891-11-26
A TRUE STORY.
THE VISIBLE APPEARANCE OF THE
SPIRIT OF A DYING WOMAN.

at man die shall he live again?'
is question that has been pro-
pounded all through the ages. An
other question, is it possible for dis
embodied spirits to come back to this
world and make themselves visible
to human eyes! There was related
to the editor of the MARIETTA Jour.
NAL the other day, an instance of
this kind.
A well-known lady, who had vast.
ed away with that incurable disease,
consumption, lay on her bed dying.
She was unconscious, and it was ev-
ident that in few hours her lite
would be at an end. AS her sister
and lady friend sat at the fire.
side in the stiffness of the night,
the sister turned and looked toward
the bed where the dying loved one
reposed. AS she did 50, there was
a startled look on her face, for she
distinctly saw SHADING by the beds
side, in white, the spirit other sister
looking down into her own face.
The other lady turned and looked
toward the bed and she also saw the
same sight. Not u word was spoken
by either, The first thought that
ran through the minds OF the cou-
pie of watchers were, that the dear
one was dead, and her own spirit
was takinga last, lingering look at
her own face, bidding, the old body
goodbye. AS the two women i'm
pulsively arose from their seats, the
spirit form vanished. They went
Immediately to the bed, expecting
to find the loved one dead, but to
their surprise, she was still alive,
but unconscious. However, in a
short while she was dead, and the
sweet spirit, that had gazed upon its
tenement OF clay, as one looking al
ones self in a mirror, had taken it,
eternal flight to the God who gave
it.
What thoughts run through the
mind AS this picture Of the spirit fons
looking down into its own feshly face
suggests. How that spirit, released
witnessing the quiet features, whose
beauty had at one time held in cap
tivity the hearts Of men; lips that
had spoken words of tenderness and
love; eyes that had sparkled with
magnetism; but now disease had
come and wasted the frame and
driven out the sweet spirit that once
animated that lovely body. How
that spirit must have loved that
body, and hated to part with it, and
must have said: Goodbye, old
body, goodbye. We have spent
many years together in happiness,
and often times in sorrow. Many
times the lips have smiled in Joy
and many times the eyelids have
been wet with tears. But | 90 and
leave you now. [ go to live in that
house not made with hands eternal
in the heavens, where there will be
no more death, no more sorrow, pain
or tears. You go back to the earth,
old body, precious casket that has
held an immortal spirit, but / go
now TO my Fathers house "where
are many mansions" | do not die,
| cannot die, because God lives, and
He breathed the breath of immor-
tally into me, and | became living
soul. But precious old body, you
go back to dust.
Nothing in nature dies. The wa
ter that trickles from mountain side
and goes on to the great sea, comes
back again in gentle showers. The
leaves that fall to the earth in the
fall, turns to mod, enriches the
earth and returns again In the
spring in other forms. The golden
grain with the sunshine in it's beard
ed sheaves, ripens to give life again.
There are changes, but no death.
|
There is no death The stars 90 down
To rise upon some lairer shore
And bright in heavens jeweled crown
They shine forever more.
There is no death The dust we tread
Shall beneath the Summer showers,
Turn to golden grain or mellow fruit,
/ Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
There is no death. The leaves may fall,
The flowers may fade and pass away
They only wait through winter hours,
The coming of the May.
There is no death An angel form,
Walks Ser the earth with silent tread,
He bears our best beloved away,