It would have been difficult for her
dearest friends to have explained in what the change consisted; but a
change there certainly was which impressed all who saw her. She still
sat in her arm-chair, she suffered no pain, and her countenance was
cheerful and happy, and her intellect seemed unusually strong and clear;
but to the eye of experience it was evident that this aged pilgrim, who
for more than eighty years had trod the uneven and often toilsome
journey of life, would soon be forever at rest. The Widow Green remarked
to my aunt one day in a mysterious whisper, "that she was sure grandma
was drawing near the brink of the dark river, and the bright expression
of her countenance was but a reflection of the happiness in store for
her on the other side." Strong and self-reliant as was my aunt, the
death of her mother was something of which she could not bear to speak,
and the widow was one who so often talked of dreams and mysterious
warnings, that my aunt usually paid little heed to her remarks in this
respect.
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