My God,
in mercy wilt thou sustain my wife and children, when they shall look
for my coming, and I shall never return to them more! and may they soon
meet me there." (He knew not that the youngling of his flock would so
soon join him in singing the songs of the redeemed.)
He said no more; they were going down; a life-preserver was in his
hands, which he would have secured about the Sea-flower, but she waved
her hand to him, saying,--"Take it to yourself. Farewell."
Supported by her grand-parent's arm, she gazed upon the waters; they
were not angry. Peacefully sighing, they met her touch, as if they would
welcome her home. "Mother," she breathed, with her last of mortal
breath;--was it a farewell to that loved one of earth, or did she
joyfully greet her sainted mother, who awaited the coming of her child
to her home in the skies, where "the Lamb which is in the midst of the
throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of
waters, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes?"
The blue waves rolled on, in their untiring way, and the sun went calmly
down upon this day,--the twenty-seventh of September, eighteen hundred
and fifty-four,--a day long to be remembered, both in the Eastern and
Western world, for in it was the sundering of many mortal ties.
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