Leah Mordecai eBook

Belle K. Abbott
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 214 pages of information about Leah Mordecai.

Leah Mordecai eBook

Belle K. Abbott
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 214 pages of information about Leah Mordecai.

Eliza softly murmured, “Before Heaven, Leah, I solemnly promise to deal with your child as I would have others deal with mine.  Give yourself no further sorrow for her, Leah.”

“Thank God! and now, you may pray for me; pray that the gloom may be dispelled, and this death-chamber brightened by my father’s forgiveness.  Here, clasp my hands.  Kneel close to me.  I would catch every word.  A shadow seems to hang upon everything!  Now.”

Thrilled with emotion, Eliza sank upon her knees, and with one arm embracing the sobbing child, the other hand clasping the dying woman’s, she prayed: 

“Eternal God, our Heavenly Father, in weakness, in darkness, and yet in confidence, we appeal unto Thee for succor.  In life, as in death, we are dependent upon Thy mercy and love, and yet, ever unmindful of Thy goodness, we must constantly implore Thy forgiveness.

“Grant now, dear Father-now, in this dark hour of dissolving nature-a clear and sustaining view of Thy goodness and mercy.

“Draw very near, compassionate God, with assurances of Thy full and free pardon.  Dispel with Thy brightness the darkness of death that now enshrouds a helpless soul; and take it, in Thy boundless love, into everlasting rest.  Manifest Thy forgiveness, O God, for the deeds done in the body, and sanctify this soul for the habitation of Thy Saints.  As earth has been dark and sorrowful, may heaven be bright and blessed; and may faith be given now, in this hour of awful extremity-faith to dispel the gloom that now veils Thy goodness, mercy, and power.

“Give light, light, O God, for darkness and terror, and peace and joy for apprehension and mourning.  Eternal, ever-blessed, unchangeable God, send now Thy Spirit and manifest Thy forgiveness.  O Father, let Thy sacrifice avail!  Pity, too, the helpless orphan, compassionate Father, and like a mantle wrap Thy love about it.  Guide its footsteps with wisdom, direct its way with love, and may it live to Thy honor and glory.  Hear us in our weakness, helplessness, and sinfulness, and to Thy eternal Being be everlasting honor and glory.  Amen.”

Releasing the little child, and unclasping the dying hand, Eliza rose and said: 

“Now, Leah, I’ll send for your father.”

“Well.  Be quick!” and as a seraphic smile overspread her face, she added, “Leave me alone till he comes, Lizzie, but be quick.  I would see him now, now; all is light, light, light!  Joy, love, peace-at last.”

An hour later, Mr. Mordecai-in answer to a message saying that his daughter was dying at the Bellevue Home, and wished to see him-came tottering into the hall-way, his face expressive of the deepest sorrow; his head had grown venerable and gray, his form was bent beneath a weight of grief that might have crushed a heart of stone.  Not a word was spoken, as he silently took the hand of Mrs. Marshall, who met him at the threshold, and led the way to Leah’s chamber.  The expression of his face told the anguish of his heart.  Noiselessly entering the room, they found that the little child had fallen asleep on the foot of its mother’s bed, exhausted with weeping.  The coverlet was drawn carelessly over Leah’s face, concealing her features.  Softly approaching her, Lizzie tremblingly turned the coverlet back.  Alas! she was dead.

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