Part 2 (2/2)
”Yes,” she exclaimed, ”home at last! Glory to God! Home at last! Oh, I shall soon be hoht of that day, about twelve o'clock, her waiting, longing spirit went hoher life Aftershe was perht cry struck upon her ear, ”Behold, the bridegroom co Calling for her mother, she threw herself into her embrace, as her spirit did into the eht, on all the shi+ps in Hampton Roads,--and which are so near us that the cry on shi+pboard is distinctly heard on shore,--the watchman cried aloud, as usual, ”Twelve o'clock, and all's well!” The sound penetrated the sick cha invalid apparently heard it She sh, and entered upon that rest which re, which was the Sabbath, I called, and found her husband andup under their bereaveh their tears; though they wept, it was not as those who have no hope In the services of the day, the bereaved were re prayer We all felt sorely afflicted, and would have grieved, but for the thought that our te, a prayer ht in the roo, She is not here; her spirit is with her Father and our Father, her God and our God
On Monday, at eleven o'clock, a large concourse assembled at her funeral We e, a place sweetened and hallowed by associations with her crowning labors, and thus a fit place for these leave-taking services The occasion was one of , according to her request, the familiar hymn,--
”I would not live alway,”--
to the tune of ”Sweet Ho by the people here, with the chorus,--
”Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like heaven, there's no place like ho Chaplain Fuller, of the sixteenth Massachusetts regi fervently for the bereaved mother and husband, and for little Daisy, ould one day realize , according to her request, her favorite hymn, ”The Christian's Home in Glory,” or ”Rest for the Weary” I selected for my text Hebrews 4:9--”There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God” At the conclusion of the serrief and pain; Here we ain; In heaven we part no more
Oh, that will be joyful, Joyful, joyful, joyful, Oh, that will be joyful, When we meet to part no ht the Lord by prayer, From every Sabbath school
Oh, that will be joyful, &c
”_Teachers_, too, shall meet above, And our _pastors_, e love, Shall meet to part no more
Oh, that will be joyful,” &c
The coffin was then opened, and we took the last, lingering look at a face whose heavenly linea procession, in which her recent charge bore a pro place The place of her sepulture is about a hundred yards north of the seminary, on the bank of the inlet
A live-oak tree stands at her head, projecting its ee over the sod-roofed tenement
The departed selected, as a remembrance of her immortality, the 17th verse of the 118th Psalm, ”I shall not die, but live” The thirty-nine years of her earthly existence were but the prelude to a life beyond the sky; and while her spirit survives the ravages of death, her na ain, and not in vain May teachers gather from her example fresh inspiration, and the benevolent Christian fresh ies superior to those of her proscribed race, take heed lest the latter, by the better iment and condemn thee and Christian education, who froht to lisp the Saviour's name, but to read it, pity the slave child, shut out fro iven and unimproved, they be beaten with race remember little Daisy, and pray that she may walk in her mother's footsteps, as far as she followed Christ, only followingstill greater usefulness, and winning a still brighter crown of glory
As the enlarging harvest field whitens into ripeness,nu cry, ”Come over and help us”? Coolden sheaves, shall shout the harvest home Who will pay the hire of the laborers? Who will lend to the Lord the capital needful to secure the harvest in season and well? For such there shall be untold riches laid up in heaven And ill sustain those who bear the burden and heat of the day, by the buoyancy of prayer? This is a work thrice blessed to all concerned
APPENDIX
MISSION TO THE FREEDMEN