"To die, is landing on some silent shore,
Where billows never beat nor tempests roar!"
GARTH.
Since morning, Mary had lain in the deep, dreamless sleep of
exhaustion: and now the leafless boughs, which waved to and fro
before her window, threw long shadows athwart the wall and across
the deserted yard. Evening was creeping slowly on. Over the wan, yet
lovely face of the sleeper had come a gradual change--agonizing, yet
indescribable. It ever appears when Death approaches to claim his
victim, and it seems as though the shadow cast by his black pinions.
Mary opened her eyes and looked silently on the sad group which
clustered around her couch. Mr. Stewart, alone able to command his
voice, asked if she was not better, as she had slept so gently.
"All is well, Mr. Stewart--I have no pain;" and her eye again
rested on Florence. Long was the look, and full of deep, unutterable
tenderness. Feebly she extended her hand.
"Florry!"
Her cousin knelt beside her, and buried her face in her hands. Mary
laid hers on the bowed head.
"Dear Florry, I have little time to stay. Do not sadden this last
hour with vain regrets. Ah! my cousin, I thank God that you will be
so happy. When you miss me from your side you will feel lonely enough,
and your heart will ache for me again. Yet, though bodily absent, I
shall not be far away, Florry. My spirit will hover round the loved
ones I leave on earth. Your dead, forming an angel-guard, will ever
linger about your earthly path, and in the hour like this will bear up
your spirit to God. Think not of me as resting in the silent grave. I
shall not be there, but ever near you. I do not say, try to forget me,
and fix your thoughts on other things. Oh! I beg you to think of me
often, and of our glorious reunion in heaven! Florry, there is one
thing which will stand between you and me. My dear cousin, conquer
your pride, cast away your haughtiness, and learn to lean on God, and
walk in accordance with his law. Oh! who would exchange the hope of a
Christian for all that worlds could offer? One may pass through life,
and do without it; but in the hour of death its claim is imperatively
urged, and none can go down to the tomb in peace without it. Florry,
you said last night it was hard that I should die. I am not merely
reconciled, but I am happy! Earth looks very bright and joyous, and if
I might stay, my future is attractive indeed. Yet I know that for some
good end I am taken, and what seems to you so hard, is but a blessing
in disguise. Oh! then, when you are summoned away, may you feel, as
I now do, that the arms of your God are outstretched to receive you."
She held out her hand to Mr. Stewart, who stood beside her: he clasped
it in his.
"Cherish Florry, and let no shadow come between you. It gives me
inexpressible joy to know that when I am gone you will be near to love
and to guide her."
"We will comfort and guide each other, dear Mary, and oh! I pray God
that we may be enabled to join you in that land of rest to which you
are hastening." He fervently kissed the thin white hand he held, and
then gently raised Florence. Mary lifted her arms feebly, and they
clasped each other in a long, last embrace.
"Mary, my angel cousin, I cannot give you up. Oh! I have never prized
you as I ought. Who will love me as you have done?"
"Hush, Florry!" whispered the sinking voice of the sufferer. "I am
very, very happy--kiss me, and say good-by."
Gently Dr. Bryant took Florence from her cousin, and then each in
turn, Mrs. Carlton and Aunt Lizzy, bent over her; as the latter turned
away, Mary took her hand, and drawing her down, murmured:
"My dear aunt, forgive what may have pained you in my past life. We
have differed on many points, but we both know there is one God. Ah!
aunt, in his kingdom may we soon meet again: think of me often, dear
aunt. When I am gone you will be very lonely, but only for a short
period are we separated."
Dr. Bryant elevated her pillow that she might rest more easily. She
lifted her eyes to his pale face. "Frank, will you turn the sofa that
I may see the sun set once more?"
He moved it to the west window, and drew aside the curtain that the
golden beams might enter: she could not look out, for the sofa was
low, and sitting down beside her, he passed his arm around her,
and lifted her head to his bosom. For a time she looked out on the
brilliant hues of the setting sun, now just visible above the tree
tops. Slowly it sank, then disappeared forever to her vision. Once Dr.
Bryant had seen her lips move, as in prayer; now the deep blue eyes
were again raised to the loved face bending over her.
"Long ago, I prayed to God that I might fade away gently, and die a
painless death. He has granted my petition. All things seem very
calm and beautiful--earth ne'er looked so like heaven before; yet how
insignificant in comparison with the glories which await me. Frank,
if aught could draw me back, and make me loth to leave this world, it
would be my love for you. Life would be so bright passed by your side.
You know the depth of my love, yet I may not remain. Frank, tell
me that you can give me up for a little while. Oh! can you not say,
'God's will-be done?'"
"Mary, it is a terrible trial to yield you up, when I looked forward
so joyously to the future. It is hard to think of the long, long
dreary years that are to come, and know that you will not be near me;
that I cannot see your face, or hear your loved tones. Oh, Mary, you
know not the bitterness of this hour; yet I can say God's will be
done, for I have conquered my own heart, but every earthly joy and
hope has passed away. To our reunion I must ever look as my only
comfort, and I pray God that it may be speedy."
He bent his head till his lips rested on the white brow, now damp in
death. Wearily she turned her face toward his; he clasped the wasted
form tightly to his heart, and kissed the pale lips; her fingers
clasped his hand gently, and she whispered, "Good-by!"
"Good-by, my darling Mary!--my own angel one, good-by!"
Again he pressed his lips to hers, and then rested her head more
easily upon his arm. The eyes closed, and those who stood watching her
low, irregular breathing, fancied she slept again.
One arm was around her, while the other supported the drooping head.
Her beautiful brown hair fell over his arm, and left exposed the
colorless face. She was wasted, yet beautiful in its perfect peace
and joy was the expression which rested on her features. Dr. Bryant,
leaning his noble brow on hers, felt her spirit pass away in the last
sigh which escaped her lips. Yet he did not lift his head. Cold as
marble grew the white fingers which lingered in his, still he clasped
her tightly. He sat with closed eyes, communing with his own saddened
heart; he was stilling the agony which welled up, and casting forth
the bitterness which mingled darkly with his grief, and he said unto
his tortured soul: "Be still! my treasure is laid up in heaven."
He lifted the hair from his arm, and gently drew his hand from hers;
yet, save for the icy coldness of her brow, none would have known
that the soul which lent such gentle loveliness to the countenance had
flown home to God.
Dr. Bryant pressed a last kiss on the closed eyes and marble brow,
softly laid her on her pillow, and left the room.