The Lighted Valley, Or, the Closing Scenes in the Life of a Beloved Sister (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1860. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... All nature smiled, as well it might; for its God, our God, through Jesus Christ, had triumphed over death and hell--yea, even over the grave itself. He had gathered from earth's fair garden a cherished flower, the plant of his right hand planting, to place it in the bosom of his love, far away from every wilderness, blight, and storm, and scorching ray. A dear friend, one of many who had arrived to pay their last respect to our sister, stealing silently to her narrow bed, exclaimed, on seeing her, "You need not tell me how she died; I see it here." "Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit I rest thee now E'en while with ours thy footstep trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust 1 to its narrow house beneath 1 Soul 1 to its place on high I They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die " The precious remains were brought fron her room into the school-room, to the midst of her young companions, who, seated around their friend and teacher, the lovely daughter and the much loved sister, listened to the faithful exhortation of our friend, Dr Cutler. He made some appropriate remarks from her dying testimony, "O death where is thy sting? O grave where is thy victory? Thanks be unto God who giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ." He looked around on nature, decked in its richest attire, spreading before him one of its loveliest views; the heavens were blue and bright above him; the earth was carpeted gorgeously beneath him; birds and flowers combined their sweetness to render all enchanting around him: he looked-- but he saw no sting there. He looked upon the circle gathered round, united in one faith, one hope, supported by the richest consolations, honored of God in the tithe He had taken, favored of him in the loving sympathy poured out ...