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corruption, and visit the dreary mansions of the grave; but,
She had a ray to light her through its gloom.
Once again she threw her eye on aH around; but there was a meaning in her look, which said-*-" we part, to meet no more."—^-In a last look, as it has been elegantly remarked, there is something affecting, on whatever object it is cast. For the last of every thing reminds us of the last of life, the last day we shall spend on earth —the last look we shall fix upon terrestrial scenes—when we must turn from the beloved objects, whose society and sympathy have sweetened our cup of woe, and filled our span of time, to the loneliness of death; "and the realities of eternity.—:AU this, qnd more, there was a voice which whispered in that look of Emily- Bur, if there was an anguish unutterable, there was also a 'joy unspeakable,' which soothed and rnitigajed the poignancy of her grief. Her sorrow was transient. If it was deep as the overflowing
waters, like them also it quickly passed «iway, and soon left, as before, a clear unruffled stream behind. The scene she gazed on, doubtless, was lovely, and had been inwoven with every thought of earthly felicity she had formed or entertained: but, if it was fair, it was evanescent; and there was one beyond, infinitely more attractive, whose beauties would never fade. Thither she was travelling; and she was well aware her journey drew near its close.—Once more she looked on all around. But, now, her countenance had brightened—and saying to her mother: "Let us go!" she turned from it, for ever, with a smile.
When they reached the house, the glooms of twilight were already thickening about them. The clouds in the distance grew darker and lowering, and Nature seemed as conscious that an eye, which could relish her beauties, had taken a last view of the fairest of her scenes. But, though the storm gathered over her, Emily was unusually calm. Hope even you would have thought revisited her for a moment; and the bright hectic of her cheek bore for . an instant the semblance of that glow of health and happiness which had so often tinged it, when she returned at evening from her works of mercy, or from the heavenly meditations which had occupied and refreshed her in the seclusion of her favourite shades. A composing draught, distilled by . a mother's hand from the simples and thou• sand wild flowers which covered the hills . and vallevs, was administered to her, and she retired to rest, and sunk into a deep sleep, more quiet than any she had enjoyed i since the night preceding that which had withered her too fondly cherished hopes. But, if she awoke, it was to resignation and . peace—the flush of health had fled from her cheek for ever. . •
, From this time she rapidly declined; and the increasing symptoms of decay, now . only aggravated by each revolving hour, . told her affectionate family that they would, at no very distant period, be separated from this object of their tender but unavailing solicitude. -...
But, if the arrival of that season which was to call her hence, was to them a subject of the most mournful anticipation, it was one which excited in her bosom only emotions of gratitude and joy. Not, that Emily could not weep with them that wept. No: she had a heart deeply susceptible, and tremblingly alive to the griefs of those around her; but the 'hope, full of immortality,' absorbed every lower consideration. In the near prospect of the eternal state, she could cry with much of the sincerity, though not perhaps with all the exultation of the apostle—' O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory V " For me," she said one morning, on awaking as if from a dream, "the king of terrors has been disarmed, and the bitterness of death is past. The garment of salvation, with which my gracious Redeemer has clothed me, has covered all my pollution, and.his cleansing blood has washed out all my sin." —To her therefore, the moment of dissolution was only that in which she was destined to bid a long and last adieu to transgression and pain; and she could survey it with an eye brightened by the sweet assurance, that, when she had reached the term of her earthly pilgrimage, she would be received into an everlasting habitation in that kingdom, 'wherein dwelleth righteousness nnd peace.'
With a mind thus calmly stayed on God, it will not be surprising if we find her, as it were, overstepping the interval that separated her from his promised rest. Whatever she might be called to endure, she was conscious it could be but for a moment, and was not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed. Yet amidst all her sufferings, and they were occasionally extreme, her equanimity never forsook her. The same patience, the same unmurmuring submission, which had so eminently adorned her initiation in distress, were still strikingly characteristic of her deportment as she approached the limit of her trials. "Is it not written,'* she once exclaimed as the day was closing on her with peculiar solemnity, 'that he shall sit as a refiner and purifier