" Learning the address from Mrs. Judson, I at once
dispatched a telegraph message to the two sons, and four days later they
arrived, to mingle their tears at the death-bed of their father, from
whom they had so long been estranged. It was evident, from day to day,
that Mr. Judson was failing fast; but, as his bodily strength wasted
away, a most happy change came over his mind, during the last few days
of his life.
I was summoned from my pillow at midnight to stand by his death-bed.
His death was calm and full of hope; but, to the last, it was to him
a matter of regret, that he had neglected, through life, those things
which afforded him any hope in death. Among his last words to me, he
warned me against setting my heart upon riches, in a way that would
prove a snare to any soul. "Riches," said he, "are a great blessing when
rightly used, but ought not to be the chief aim and object of life."
Before the morning dawned, his spirit passed away, and it was my hand
that closed his eyes in the dreamless sleep of death.
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