Hot corn: Life Scenes in New York IllustratedRobinson, Solon
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Hot corn: Life Scenes in New York Illustrated
Robinson, Solon
New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"By and by" is easy said; it means an uncertain time, but it comes at
last. It came to Mrs. De Vrai, only a few hours after our last parting.
Phebe came with the early morning to say, "She is gone, sir; gone to
meet her poor child in the hope of the penitent. After you went away,
she lay and talked and talked about you, all of you, and Mrs. Meltrand
and Agnes, and how happy she should be if she was a going to die, to
think that her child would have such a good mother and sister, and so
many real friends; and how different it would be with herself now, here
and hereafter, as well as her child, than it would have been if she had
died in her former residence of wretchedness, sin, and woe. Then I asked
her if she would take her medicine and go to sleep, and she said; 'by
and by, not now; I feel so well, so happy, I can almost fancy that I see
my poor little Katy in heaven among the angels. I often see her here in
the room when I am laying with my eyes closed, but not asleep; and I
often think I hear her dying words, "Will he Come!" and I say "yes, he
has come; the Saviour has come, my child, to your mother." Then she
says, "then come, mother, come and live with us;" and I answer, "by and
by." By and by, Phebe I shall go, but not yet, I am going to get well
now.'
"So I went and lay down in the back room, and I heard nothing of her,
though I got up and looked at her a good many times, but she seemed to
be sleeping so sweet, I thought I would not wake her to take her
medicine--the doctor said I need not. In the morning I got up, and
looked in the room, and there was Sissee sitting up in the bed, trying
to open her mother's eyes; then she would put her arms around her neck
and kiss her, but there was no kiss in return. Then she sat back and
looked at her a minute, and then called--'Phebe, Phebe, mamma does not
speak, oh Phebe, is mamma dead!"
Yes mamma was dead. She had died as calm and free from pain and full of
joy as when she said "good night" to her friends. She had died full of
anticipation that she was going to live to get well; that she would not
join the spirit of Little Katy now, but by and by: by and by she would
come.
Drop a tear, drop a tear, for she's departed!
Wreath a smile, for she died not broken-hearted.
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