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
"As I glance back at the period which has elapsed since you
were here, one single thought takes precedence of all the rest.
It is astonishment at the power of the soul to sustain the
pressure of circumstances, the tension and excitement of
feeling, the necessity of positive, energetic action, when the
very heart-strings seem riven asunder,--and the capacity of
sustaining a tranquil, and even cheerful aspect, when 'the
dull, heart-sinking weight' of a vital grief is bearing us
down, down, down,--one can scarcely believe there are any
soundings to that _deep_ gulf. Yet so it is; and does it not
open our vision to the glorious truth of the alliance of the
soul with its divine origin? What but that inexhaustible,
fountain of strength could sustain us, when the waves of
trouble thus threaten to overwhelm us? Rich, blessed, indeed,
is the experience which brings this conviction to our minds;
holy is that season in which we can live as it were in the
light of such a faith! And holy indeed has it been to me.
"I feel that my danger now is, that I reluctantly do any thing
that shall remove me from the influence of the atmosphere which
it seems as if death had created around me. Death? transition I
would rather call it. And yet let us strive to disabuse that
word of some of the horrors in which education has wrapt it. O,
could you have seen how mercifully it was stripped of all its
terrors to us, how calmly that spirit left its earthly
tabernacle, how sweet was the impress of peace and rest it left
upon that face which had so long almost lost its own expression
in the veil that sickness had thrown over it! Its last
expression would have rebuked the slightest wish to recall the
spirit, had we been so selfish as to have indulged one. We
could scarcely be willing to be separated from that image of
him we loved, so powerfully even in death did it express his
character. Even the little children preferred being there,
rather than anywhere beside; and will, I think, all, including
even little Charlie, remember this first knowledge of a
death-bed as a beautiful experience.
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