Year: 1861

She forgot how recently, and with what
"A strange pity for her own shapeless form
that was to be, she had quantity sung
| Oh lovely appearance Of death


! What sight upon earth Is so fair


Not all the gay pageants that bTeathc


| Can with dead body compac,"


She remembered instead" In thy pres
ence is fulness of joy +; at thy right hand
there are pleasures lorevermore y; and,
God will redeem my soul from the power
of the grave; for he shall receive me"
lie will swallow up death in victory"
Not once now did she say Lord, how long
wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from
their deslructions, my darling from the Ii
ons," for she knew that " "the young lions
roar after their prey and seek their meat
from God" 80 Lord, thou preservest
man and beast!" " she said.


She had no comfort or consolation in this
season, such as sutained the Christian mar
tyrs in the amptheatre. She was not dy-
ing for her faith there were no palms in





time had she declared had rather be
a doorkeeper in the house Of my God, than
to dwell in the tents of wickedness !" And
as the broad rays here and there broke
through the dense covert of shade and lay
in rivers of lustre on crystal sheathing and
frozen fretting of trunk and limb and on
the great spaces of refraction, they builded
up visibly that house, the shining city on
the hill, and singing, . Beautiful for situa-
ton, the joy of the whole earth. is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the North, the city Of
the Great King her vision climbed to that
higher picture where the angel shows the
dazzling thing, the holy Jerusalem descend
ing out of heaven from God, with its splen-
did battlements and gates of pearls, and its
| foundations, the eleventh a jacinth, the
twelfth an amethyst,-with its great white
throne, and the rainbow round about it, in
4 sight like unto an emerald -" And there
shall be no night therefor the Lord God
giveth them light" she sang.


4 What whisper of dawn now rustled
| through the wilderness How the night
was passing! And still the beast crouched
I upon the bough, changing only the posture
of his head, that again he might command
her with those charmed eyes; half theiI
fire was gone she could almost have re.
leased herself from his custody; yet, lad
she stirred no one knows what malevolent
instinct might have dominated anew. But
of that she did not dream; long ago stripped
of any expectation, she was experiencing
in her divine rapture how mystically true
it is that " he that dwelleta in the secret
place of the Most High shall abide under
the shadow of the Almighty"


Slow clarion cries now wound from the
distance as the cocks caught the intelligence
of day and re-echoed it family from farm
to farm,-sleepy sentinels of night, sound.
ing the foes invasion, and translating that
dim intuition TO ringing notes of warning
! Still she chanted on. A remote crash OF
brushwood told Of some other beast on his
depredations, or some night-belated travel
Ter cropping bis way through the narrow
path. Sill she chanted on. The far, faint
echoes of the chanticleers died into distance,


the crashing of the branches grew near
er. No wild beast that, but mans step,
"a mans form in the moonlight, stalwart
and strong,--on one arm slept little child,
in the other hand he held his gun. Still
she chanted on.


Perhaps, when her husband last looked
forth, he was half ashamed to find what a
fear he felt for her. He knew she would
never leave the child so long but for some
direst need,-and yet he may have laughed
at himself, as he lifted and wrapped it with
awkward care, and, loading his gun and
strapping on his horn, opened the door
again and closed it behind him, going out
and plunging into the darkness and dangers
of the forest He was more singularly
alarmed than he would have been willing
to acknowledge; as he had sat with his bow
lowering over the strings, he had half be-
lieved to hear her voice minging gayly
with the instrument, till he paused and lis
tened if she were not about to lift the latch
and enter. As he drew nearer the heart
of the forest, that intimation Of melody
seemed 10 grow more actual, TO take body
and breath, to come and 30 on long swells
and Gibbs of the night-breeze, TO increase
with tune and words, till strange, shrill
singing grew ever clearer, and as he stepped
into an open space of moonbeams, far up
in the branches, rocked by the wind, and
singing, How beautiful upon the noun
tains are the feet of him that bringeth good
tidings, that publisheth peace, he saw
his wiie,-his wife,-but, great God in
heavenl how Some mad exclamation es-
caped him, but without diverting her. The
child knew that singing voice, though new
er heard before in that unearthly key, and
turned toward it through the yelling dreams.
With a celebrity almost instantaneous, it lay,