DEATH IN THE HOUSE.

'My earliest recollection is of a death,--the death of a

sister, two years younger than myself. Probably there is a

sense of childish endearments, such as belong to this tie,

mingled with that of loss, of wonder, and mystery; but these

last are prominent in memory. I remember coming home and

meeting our nursery-maid, her face streaming with tears. That

strange sight of tears made an indelible impression. I realize

how little I was of stature, in that I looked up to this

weeping face;--and it has often seemed since, that--full-grown

for the life of this earth, I have looked up just so, at times

of threatening, of doubt, and distress, and that just so has

some being of the next higher order of existences looked down,

aware of a law unknown to me, and tenderly commiserating the

pain I muse endure in emerging from my ignorance.

'She took me by the hand and led me into a still and dark

chamber,--then drew aside the curtain and showed me my sister.

I see yet that beauty of death! The highest achievements of

sculpture are only the reminder of its severe sweetness. Then

I remember the house all still and dark,--the people in their

black clothes and dreary faces,--the scent of the newly-made

coffin,--my being set up in a chair and detained by a gentle

hand to hear the clergyman,--the carriages slowly going, the

procession slowly doling out their steps to the grave. But

I have no remembrance of what I have since been told I

did,--insisting, with loud cries, that they should not put the

body in the ground. I suppose that my emotion was spent at

the time, and so there was nothing to fix that moment in my

memory.

'I did not then, nor do I now, find any beauty in these

ceremonies. What had they to do with the sweet playful child?

Her life and death were alike beautiful, but all this sad

parade was not. Thus my first experience of life was one of

death. She who would have been the companion of my life was

severed from me, and I was left alone. This has made a

vast difference in my lot. Her character, if that fair face

promised right, would have been soft, graceful and lively: it

would have tempered mine to a gentler and more gradual course.

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