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of silver? Ah! he has indeed chosen me in the furnace of affliction. Yet, 'Lord, not as I will, but as thou wilt!'" If the frailty of nature, however, might induce her in the morning to wish for the evening, or at evening to wish for the morning, the everlasting arms were underneath her ;. and the spirit only appeared to rise brighter from every shock its earthly dwelling received. Flesh and blood might desire an easy, as well as an abundant, entrance into the eternal kingdom; and viewing the Divine procedure through the dark glass of our circumscribed understandings, we might wonder it was not so, and be tempted to Cry— "Why is it thus?" But, if it be the Lord, he will' do what seemeth him good!' For us it is, to bow the head in silence, and adore. An hour is hastening, and will ere long arrive, when we shall behold the mystery of providence, and the yet more wondrous mystery of grace, alike unfolded in all their parts. Then, doubtless, if not till then, shall we clearly comprehend the causes, which, inexplicable to mortality, now elude
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our research, and confess with grateful admiratiou, that the Judge of all the earth did indeed do right.
The affections of the lovely sufferer were now fixed undividedly on the things invisible. Her treasure was above, and there her heart was also. That heavenly country whither she was travelling, and which she hoped shortly to reach, occupied all her thoughts. She could look into eternity not only without alarm, but with serenity and peace; for there she beheld her advocate with God, and an unfading inheritance awaiting her, as the bestowal of his love. Time and all its concerns were fast receding from, her view. They had indeed long ceased to interest her, and she could now bid them adieu without regret From communion with her Redeemer, she had derived these durable enjoyments, while the scenes with which, as a pilgrim, she was still necessarily -conversant, only afforded gratifications that could not satisfy,, and pleasures at whose root there was a worm. Here she had found, by severe experience, that the sweetest rose was still embittered by its thorn; and she was glad she could now anticipate an early removal to a habitation—a house not made with hands—where there would be no more aught that could molest or deceive.
A few days previous to that on which she put off the body, while her mother was sitting beside her, during an interval of ease, she thus for the last time introduced the subject, which had so long lain near her heart: "Though sudden death is to be deprecated, yet come when it will, or under whatever form, to the believer death is the messenger of love. Let the spirit have quitted its mortal abode, and all is well fox ever. But even a Christian may be off his guard; nor should we forget those who remain behind. Had it not pleased God to permit the servant who was nearest to Alphonzo on that awful night, to catch those words which have been so sweet a balm to my bleeding wounds, I might have gone mourning to my grave. I have ever since regarded it as die interposition of peculiar mercy on my behalf." Here she paused to wipe her wetted cheek. After a little she continued: "Alphonzo, thy remembrance is still dear to me! could you see me now, you would with difficulty recognize your poor Emily in this emaciated form. But that is of little moment, mother," she added with a smile, that turned to a tear as she spoke,—" when next we meet, we shall be clothed with immortal youth. 'He will beautify the meek with salvation.' May Alphonzo and I thus be beautified, and we shall not regret the absence of these poor fleshly adornments." She then requested that she might be buried beside him: "For in life we were not divided, and let us not be disjoined in death. Let us sleep side by side:—then, when the last trumpet sounds, we shall hail together our release from the bondage of corruption, and arise together to be for ever with the Lord." • At length dawned that sun, which was to decline on her inanimate and pallid corse. She had had her allotted portion of trial, and her sorrows and sufferings were now alike hastening to an everlasting close.— The night had passed in convulsions which for a season deprived her of speech; but her dying eyes, uplifted and fixed, as it seemed, on invisible realities, sufficiently indicated the feelings of her heart. She had, however, yet to endure one short scene of temptation. It was the hour of darkness, and the last malicious effort of its power; but the accuser was not long permitted to rejoice over his expected prey. Though groaning under the weight of a frame so exhausted, that it was oftentimes subject of ■ astonishment to the beholders, that life could retain its seat in so worn-out a tenement, her faith and hope, with the exception of a transient interval, had been firm in God, reT conciled to her in the death of his Son; and she had frequently been enabled, in the exercise of these heavenly gifts, to contemplate her approaching dissolution with a delight, to use her own expression, no tongue could describe. Frequently, when she observed her friends melted to tears of sympathy besjde her, the only condolence their distress