"
Elsie had much ado to control her feelings. Her father passed his arm
about her waist and made her rest her head upon his shoulder.
"Mother, how are you now?" asked Mr. Travilla, coming in and taking his
place on his wife's other side, close by the bed of the dying one.
"All is peace, peace, the sweetest peace, I have nothing to do but to die,
I am in the river, but the Lord upholdeth me with His hand, and I have
almost reached the farther shore."
She then asked for the babe, kissed and blessed it, and bade her son
good-bye.
"Sing to me, children, the twenty-third psalm."
Controlling their emotion by a strong effort, that they might minister to
her comfort, they sang; the three voices blending in sweet harmony.
"Thank you," she said again, as the last strain died away. "Hark! I hear
sweeter, richer melody, the angels have come for me, Jesus is here. Lord
Jesus receive my spirit."
There was an enraptured upward glance, an ecstatic smile, then the eyes
closed and all was still; without a struggle or a groan the spirit had
dropped its tenement of clay and sped away on its upward flight.
It was like a translation; a deep hush filled the room, while for a moment
they seemed almost to see the "glory that dwelleth in Immanuel's land.
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