Catharine eBook

Nehemiah Adams
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 118 pages of information about Catharine.

Catharine eBook

Nehemiah Adams
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 118 pages of information about Catharine.

The voices of creation return to us at periodical seasons.  The early spring bird startles us with her unexpected note; the winter is over and gone.  But no periodical change brings back the voices of departed friends.  A member of the family embarks on a long voyage; but, be it ever so long, if life is spared, the letter is received, in which the written words, so characteristic of him, recall his looks and the tones of his voice.  Years pass away, and the sound of his footsteps is at the door again, and his voice is heard in the dwelling.  But of the dead there comes no news; from the grave no voice, from the separate state no message.  With our desire to speak once more to the departed, and to hear them speak, we feel that they must have an intense desire to speak to us.  We wonder why they do not break the silence.  There is so much of which they could inform us; it would be such a relief, we think, to have one word from them, assuring us that they arrived safely, and are happy, and, above all things, granting us their forgiveness for the sins which now have awakened sorrow.  But we wait, and look, and wonder, in vain.

When we think of the number of the dead, this silence appears impressive.  Their number far exceeds that of the living.  Could they be assembled together, and could those now alive be set over against them, upon an immense plain, to a spectator from above we should be a small company in comparison with them.  Should they lift up their voices together, ours could not be heard.  Yet from that vast multitude we never hear a voice,—­not even a whisper,—­nor see a sign.  Standing in a cemetery a few miles distant from the great city, you hear the low, muffled roar from the streets and bridges, reminding you of the living tide which is coursing along those highways.  But with eight thousand of the dead around you in that cemetery, and a world of spirits, which no man can number, just within the veil, you hear nothing from them.  No one comes back to tell us of his experience; no warning, nor comfort, nor counsel, ever reaches our ears.  Whatever our trouble, or our joy may be, our need or prosperity; however long and painful the absence of the departed may have been; however lonely we may feel, wishing for some word of remembrance and love; and though we visit the grave day by day, and call on the name of the departed, and use every art of endearment to pierce the veil between us,—­there is the same determined, cold, lasting silence.  “To go down into silence” is a scriptural phrase for the state of the dead.

Our feelings seek relief from those vague, uncertain thoughts respecting the dead which we find occasioned by the gentle manner in which death most frequently occurs.  The breath is shorter and shorter, and finally ceases, yet so imperceptibly, that, for a moment, it is uncertain whether the last breath has expired.  There is no visible trace of the outgoing of the soul.  Could we see the spirit leave the

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