Year: 1862

she had found her work she thanked the


Supreme who reigned over all, while the
stars sang together at souls redemption.


Then she arose and poured out upon the
night the dark stream of destruction; it


was the libation Of conquest offered to the


eternal God of humanity.


Surrounded by the beings she had res


cued-weeping woman and sad eyed men


"a woman was about to die, and in the


waiting silence, broken only by sobs her


thoughts traced back, link by link, the


chain of her life. 1t was sleeping away


from her now Soon she would be launch


ed on the great sea of eternity, and her


soul was agitated as it drew near to the


darkness, solemn and impenetrable, that


she must enter alone Yet it had been


noble life--simple, self sacrificing, heroic.


It's fruits were minds purified and soul


saved it's ministrations were pure, tender,
obscure; it's echoes were blessings and


songs of hope. She had gone fearlessly


yet delicately into the homes of the poor


and degraded, and had lifted the weak


and the wicked from the mire of despair;


she had Strengthened the limbs of the


dead, wept with the mourner, softened


the defiant, and with her earnest voice


and loving ways had led the wreckless


and grief stricken to the gate Of Paradise,


showing them within their beloved ones


radiant in white robes made clean from


earth.


Places of joy knew not her face. Iron


barred doors of gloomy prisons closed up


on her while she prayed with malefactors


and wrestled with the guilt of criminals;


by the stricken with pestilcnce, by the


sick-beds of hospitals and courts; her soft


hands were busy, her slight form sleep


less. Among the condemned Of her own


sex she went with retaining words of
love, and found in each some sunny mem
ory, some yearning hope, some vague un-


rest some feeling of disgust, or suffering,
by which she led them back to purity, to


respect, to heaven. Her OWE sorrow took


her near, gave her divining power over
the sorrow of others. The smitten with
pain recognized fellowship with one
stricken like themselves: and while the


sad sought her sympathy, she raised from
the dust the down trodden and the crush
G ed ,. .....t ..r.. ..
! Yet this life, SO full of holy offices, of
t earnest labor, of inspiring results, had
6 been long, and heavy, and weary, to the
y possessor for the great grief that had
: wrecked her in the years gone by, had
never died, never slept, never lessened in
: poignancy or freshness. In giving her
: the key to other hearts, it turned over and
over again knife in her own; it con-
quered her in the night-watches, and
| flooded her pillow with the salt tears of
: bitterness it followed her into the realms
5 of sleep, and rose each morning. shudder-
Q ing at the dawn Of another day. Yet the


power of God held her misery in bonds.
: She had learned to pray and to trust, and
in learning to trust she had also learned
to wait for her appointed time.


Q And now beside her couch of death
e still fingered this insatiate phantom of
6 the Past. She had long ago looked it
: fully face to face, and had borne its
wounds in silence; but now, should she
, leave it behind her with the clay that
G was growing cold? Or would it 60 with
9 her into that other land, and clog her


steps still upon the golden payements of
: the New Jerusalem? She lay, with clos
: cd eyes, waiting for the sign her spirit
= sought She heard around her the sobs
Q of those who wept to lose her, interrupted
now and then by stifed voice of prayer.
] Only mortal woe, mortal petition. She
0 could not penetrate the /" great Perhaps"
but she believcd--ah she did believe
! that there is One who knows She stretch
: ed upward her dying arms she looked
y to heaven with her gazing eyes, and from
: the very depths of her struggling being
: arose the voice of dependence" My God,
n be mcrciful!, This, too, was the Cry of
o the Human. Her disembodied soul car