' Would that our whisper might reach the ear of the wild Arab
and cruel Turk, that they walk gently by that stranger grave, and
tread not on its dust. Then, shall we think no more of it? No; with
a firm hope we expect that those mountains, on which his beautiful
feet rested, shall answer his name in echoes, one to the other; and
the persons who saw his faithful example there shall mingle in the
flock of his Saviour.
"But the journey of our thoughts is not finished. We must leave in
peace this blessed grave, and go search for one with whom we were
well acquainted [Mrs. Stoddard], and whose gentle, loving example is
so graven on the tablet of memory, that it cannot be erased. Can we
forget her prayers with some of us the week she left us? or how,
when she took our hand for the last time, she said, 'The blessing of
the Lord rest upon you'? We did not then expect that our eyes would
no more rest on that lovely face, and our ears no more hear that
sweet voice in our dwellings. When we heard of her departure to a
world of light, it was hard to believe that she had gone and left us
behind. Lo, on the shores of the Black Sea she has laid her down to
rest.
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