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Caswell, H. S. (Harriet S.), 1834-

"Or, Memories of the Past"

I know in whom I have believed,
and all is peace. Continue, my child, as you have begun in life, and
should you be spared to old age you will never regret following my
advice. And now I must go to rest, for I am weary, and would sleep." Her
words awed me deeply; but surely, thought I, grandma cannot die while
she seems so well and so like herself. The words she had spoken so
agitated my mind that it was long after I retired to rest, before I
slept, and when at length slumber stole over my senses, I dreamed that
a being beautiful and bright stood at my bedside, who was like Grandma
Adams, only decrepitude and age had all disappeared, and a beauty and
brightness, such as I am unable to describe, had taken their place. A
smile rested upon her countenance, as she seemed in my dream, for a
moment, to raise her hands above my head in blessing, when she
disappeared from my view, and I awoke. But even while I dreamed, the
angel of death came with noiseless step, and severed the last strand in
the cord of grandma's life, and who shall say that her spirit was not
permitted to hover for a moment, in blessing, over the youth so dear
to her, before taking its final leave of earth.


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