Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, Jr.Hall, Edward B. (Edward Brooks)
Religion
Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, Jr.
Hall, Edward B. (Edward Brooks)
Unitarians -- United States -- Biography; Ware, Mary L. (Mary Lovell), 1798-1849
"I cannot write you more than a few words, I am so much pressed
on all sides by matters which cannot be put off; but I must say
these few, to assure you of the peace and repose which are with
us, and have been, I may say, ever since you were here. O that
you had been with us longer,--that you could have been with me
at that still hour when the spirit was freed from its
prison-house, the weary body left to its rest! And it was rest.
Could you have seen the very 'rapture of repose' depicted upon
that face, which had so long been disturbed by the pressure of
disease that its very expression had been changed to a
character foreign to the whole man! All continued of the same
peaceful character which pervaded our atmosphere when you were
here, with the exception of a few days of a little temporary
uneasiness about the time C---- R---- was here. And the last
fatal attack, coming as it did at a moment of rather unusual
brightness, was so sudden and so soon over, that there was no
time for change. Dear little Charlie, who had just returned,
was at the moment bounding, in the height of his joyous
spirits, from one side of the bed to the other, exclaiming,
'Sall I buss the flies off you, father?' He was taken at once
to bed; and when he came down in the morning he found his dear
father lying just as he had left him the night before, looking
only more peaceful, more beautiful, and he took up the same
thought,--'Sall I buss the flies off father, now he has gone to
heaven?' I felt it a peculiar blessing, that all the
circumstances of the event were such as to make any movement or
change in any external respect unnecessary, so that the
children might have their first associations with the fact of
death without any horror, and their recollection of their
father uninterrupted by any repulsive details. He lay in his
bed just as he had when talking with them, until he was
removed from the house, and that process the little ones did
not witness. I doubt not it will give a tone to their view of
the subject through life. But why should I dwell upon these
externals? Simply that you may dismiss from your mind any
thoughts of distress connected with us at that moment; and you
know all that I can tell you of the spirit _within_.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account