Listen! There comes a voice, 'They are
not to be found among the living.' Yes, the place of one is empty
here, and of another there. Then, where are they? Thou, O country
art a witness that they have pressed thy soil; and you, ye blessed
winds, answer us, 'They have gone!' and ye green leaves of time are
true witnesses that they lie among the numbered dead. But where
shall we find them? They lie far apart. We must visit one that first
laid her hand on some of us to bless us (Mrs. Grant); and though we
remember her not, she often embraced us in the arms of love, and
carried us before a throne of grace. She was one of the first that
left all her friends, and ploughed the mighty waves of ocean, that
she might come to Oroomiah's dark border. Though fierce tempests
raged, and heavy waves raised themselves above the ship, her
prayers, mingled with love for us, ascended higher still, and
overcame all. At the foot of Mount Ararat she doubtless remembered
the bow of promise; and her consolations were renewed, when she
thought of it as a prophecy, that a company of the fallen daughters
of Chaldea should become heirs of glory.
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