A TIME TO DIE. A New Year's Sermon. By Rev. John Eastman, West Hawley, Mass. [extracts] As a fair specimen of the sermon before us, we present the following sketch of the deaths which took place last year in the sequestered town of Hawley.--- ...............................................................
Mrs. Dea. CRITTENDEN,---51,---was a lady of modest worth "a burning and a shining light. The heart of her husband did safely trust in her." Her piety was deep, cheerful, but always unobstrusive. With untiring industry, tender solicitude, and deep anxiety for their temporal, but much more for their spiritual good, "she looked well to the ways of her household." As one after another was committed to her arms, the prayer of Manoah was her prayer, "how shall we order the child and how shall we do unto him?" Months before her death, it was evident she was slowly, but surely sinking. Once she said to a sister---I long for that rest. At another time, this sister found her in deep grief, on account of worldly obtrusions; to which she gave vent in profuse weeping. When she drew near the close, with great calmness, she told her sister where she might find her apparel for the grave.---When needed, it was found, even to the pins! "Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her." [Boston Recorder, Boston, Massachusetts, Thurs., March 13, 1851, p.44]
Mrs. Dea. CRITTENDEN,---51,---was a lady of modest worth "a burning and a shining light. The heart of her husband did safely trust in her." Her piety was deep, cheerful, but always unobstrusive. With untiring industry, tender solicitude, and deep anxiety for their temporal, but much more for their spiritual good, "she looked well to the ways of her household." As one after another was committed to her arms, the prayer of Manoah was her prayer, "how shall we order the child and how shall we do unto him?" Months before her death, it was evident she was slowly, but surely sinking. Once she said to a sister---I long for that rest. At another time, this sister found her in deep grief, on account of worldly obtrusions; to which she gave vent in profuse weeping. When she drew near the close, with great calmness, she told her sister where she might find her apparel for the grave.---When needed, it was found, even to the pins! "Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her." [Boston Recorder, Boston, Massachusetts, Thurs., March 13, 1851, p.44]
A TIME TO DIE. A New Year's Sermon. By Rev. John Eastman, West Hawley, Mass. [extracts] As a fair specimen of the sermon before us, we present the following sketch of the deaths which took place last year in the sequestered town of Hawley.--- ...............................................................
Mrs. Dea. CRITTENDEN,---51,---was a lady of modest worth "a burning and a shining light. The heart of her husband did safely trust in her." Her piety was deep, cheerful, but always unobstrusive. With untiring industry, tender solicitude, and deep anxiety for their temporal, but much more for their spiritual good, "she looked well to the ways of her household." As one after another was committed to her arms, the prayer of Manoah was her prayer, "how shall we order the child and how shall we do unto him?" Months before her death, it was evident she was slowly, but surely sinking. Once she said to a sister---I long for that rest. At another time, this sister found her in deep grief, on account of worldly obtrusions; to which she gave vent in profuse weeping. When she drew near the close, with great calmness, she told her sister where she might find her apparel for the grave.---When needed, it was found, even to the pins! "Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her." [Boston Recorder, Boston, Massachusetts, Thurs., March 13, 1851, p.44]
Mrs. Dea. CRITTENDEN,---51,---was a lady of modest worth "a burning and a shining light. The heart of her husband did safely trust in her." Her piety was deep, cheerful, but always unobstrusive. With untiring industry, tender solicitude, and deep anxiety for their temporal, but much more for their spiritual good, "she looked well to the ways of her household." As one after another was committed to her arms, the prayer of Manoah was her prayer, "how shall we order the child and how shall we do unto him?" Months before her death, it was evident she was slowly, but surely sinking. Once she said to a sister---I long for that rest. At another time, this sister found her in deep grief, on account of worldly obtrusions; to which she gave vent in profuse weeping. When she drew near the close, with great calmness, she told her sister where she might find her apparel for the grave.---When needed, it was found, even to the pins! "Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her." [Boston Recorder, Boston, Massachusetts, Thurs., March 13, 1851, p.44]
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