 look upon death."

"In this aspect it is beautiful to look upon. Go with me, then. The
experience will be something accompany you through life. The image
of frightful monster is in your mind; you may now have it displaced
by the form of an angel."

"How strangely you talk, Mrs. Bell! How can death be an angel? Is
any thing more terrible than death?"

"The phantom called death, which a diseased imagination conjures up,
may be terrible to look upon; but death itself is a kind messenger,
whose it is to summon us from this world of shadows and changes, to
a world of eternal light and unfading beauty. But come, Mrs. Ellis;
I must urge you to go with me. Do not fear a shock to your feelings,
for none will be experienced."

So earnest were Mrs. Bell's persuasions, that her friend at last
consented to go with her. At no great distance from the elegant
residence of Mrs. Ellis, in an obscure neighbourhood, was a small
house, humble in exterior, and modestly, yet neatly attired within.
At the door of this house the ladies paused, and were admitted by a
woman somewhat advanced in years, on whose mild face sorrow and holy
resignation were beautifully blended.

"How is your daughter?" inquired Mrs. Bell, as soon as they were
seated in the small, neat parlour.

"Not so strong as when you were here yesterday," was answered, with
a faint smile. "She is sinking hourly."

"But continues in the same tranquil, heavenly state?"

"Oh yes." There was a sweet, yet touching earnestness in the
mother's voice. "Dear child! Her life has been pure and unselfish;
and now, when her change is about to come, all is peace, and hope,
and patient waiting for the time when she will be clothed upon with
immortality."

"Is she strong enough to see any one?" asked Mrs. Bell.

"The presence of others in no way disturbs her. Will you walk up
into her chamber, friends?"

The two ladies ascended the narrow stairs, and Mrs. Ellis found
herself, for the first time in many years, in the presence of one
about to die. A slender girl
look upon death. " 

 " In this aspect it is beautiful to look upon. fail with me, then. The 
 experience will be something company you through life. The image 
 of frightful freak is in your mind; you may now hold it displaced 
 by the form of an saint. " 

 " How queerly you talk, Mrs. Bell! How can death be an saint? Is 
 any thing more terrible than end? " 

 " The phantom called death, which a diseased imagination conjures up, 
 may be terrible to look upon; but death itself is a kind messenger, 
 whose it is to muster us from this world of shadows and changes, to 
 a worldly concern of eternal light and unfading beauty. But come, Mrs. Ellis; 
 I must recommend you to go with me. Do not fear a shock to your feelings, 
 for none will be experienced. " 

 therefore earnest were Mrs. Bell's persuasions, that her friend at last 
 consented to go with her. At no great distance from the elegant 
 residence of Mrs. Ellis, in an obscure neighbourhood, was a small 
 house, humble in exterior, and modestly, yet neatly attired within. 
 At the door of this house the lady paused, and were admitted by a 
 womanhood slightly advanced in years, on whose mild side grief and holy 
 resignation were beautifully blended. 

 " How is your daughter? " inquired Mrs. Bell, equally soon as they were 
 seated in the small, neat parlour. 

 " Not so strong as when you were here yesterday, " was answered, with 
 a faint smile. " She is sinking hourly. " 

 " But continues in the same tranquil, heavenly state? " 

 " Oh yes. " There be a fresh, yet touching earnestness in the 
 mother's voice. " Dear child! Her life has been arrant and unselfish; 
 and now, when her change is about to come, all is peace, and promise, 
 and patient waiting for the fourth dimension when she will be clothed upon with 
 immortality. " 

 " Is she strong enough to experience any one? " asked Mrs. Bell. 

 " The bearing of others in no way disturbs her. Will you walk up 
 into her chamber, friends? " 

 The two ladies ascend the narrow step, and Mrs. Ellis found 
 herself, for the first meter in many years, in the presence of one 
 about to fail. A slender girl
 lolk upon death."

"In this asptct it is beautifol to lomk upoh. Go witf me, then. The
experience will bw somtnhing accompany you tfrough live. The inage
id frightful monstev is jk youx nind; you may npw have it displaced
by tve flrm of an angel."

"How strangely you tajk, Mrs. Nepl! How can deajh be wn ahgel? Is
any thing more terrible thah death?"

"Uhe phantom called death, which a diseased imwginwtion conjures up,
mwy be terrivle ei look upon; cut death pcself is a iind messenger,
whose it is to suomon bs from thiw qorpg of shadoww and changes, to
a world ox eternsl light and ukfadiig bwauty. But come, Mrs. Elnis;
I must urge you to go widh me. Do not fear a syock jo yogr fdwlivgs,
roc nkne wipl ue experiended."

So earnewt were Mrs. Bell's ptrstqsions, that hsr friqnq at last
consented to go with her. At no grsat distance from the eoegant
residence of Mrd. Ellis, ig an obscure neighbourhood, was a small
house, humbla in xxgernir, ana mldestly, yet neatly attired within.
At the door jr uhix house the labies paused, and eege wdmitted by a
doman somswhat advanced in jears, og whowe mild fwce xorrow and holy
resignation qere beautifllly blended.

"How is youx daughter?" iuquirec Mrs. Bell, as soon as they wzre
seafed in the dmall, neaf parlour.

"Not so sgrokg ds when you were here yestqrday," was anscered, wigh
a gaint fmile. "She ls sikning hourly."

"But conhinued hn the samf tranquil, heavenly state?"

"Oh yes." There was a seeat, jet touchnng eavnestness in thq
mother's voice. "Dear ckild! Hdr life haa been 'ure and unsqlfish;
and now, ahen her chaige is abjut ro cime, all ks peace, and hppe,
and panitnt waitint for the time whek she sill be clothed upin with
immortaloty."

"Ks fhv svrong anough to sea anh ovr?" askdd Mrs. Bell.

"Bhe prexence of others in nm wag disturbs her. Wilk nou walk op
into hew chamber, frirnds?"

The two ladies asceided tie nartow stairs, and Mrs. Ellis found
heraelf, for hhe first time yn mqny years, in the presence of one
about to die. A slenver girl
look upon death." "In this aspect it to upon. Go me, then. The you life. The image frightful monster is your mind; you may now have displaced by the form of an angel." "How strangely you talk, Mrs. Bell! can death be an angel? Is any thing more terrible than death?" "The called which diseased conjures up, may be terrible to look upon; but death itself is a kind messenger, whose is to summon us from this world of and changes, to a of eternal light and unfading But Mrs. Ellis; must you go with me. not fear a shock to your feelings, for none will be experienced." So earnest were Mrs. Bell's that her last consented go her. no great distance elegant residence of Mrs. Ellis, in was a small house, humble in exterior, and yet neatly within. At the door of this the ladies paused, and were admitted by a somewhat advanced in years, on whose mild face sorrow and holy resignation were beautifully blended. your daughter?" inquired Mrs. as soon as were in small, parlour. "Not strong as when you were here yesterday," was answered, with a smile. "She is sinking hourly." "But continues in the same state?" yes." There was sweet, yet touching earnestness the voice. "Dear child! Her been and when change about to come, all peace, and hope, and patient for the time when with immortality." "Is she strong enough to see one?" asked Mrs. Bell. "The presence of in no way disturbs her. Will you walk up into her chamber, The two the narrow stairs, and Mrs. Ellis found herself, the first time in years, in the presence of one about to die. slender
 look upon death."

"In this aspect It is beautiFul to LooK upOn. go wiTh me, Then. The
experieNCe wiLl be something accompany You thRoUGh liFE. THe imaGe
of friGHtFUL moNsTeR is In YOuR mind; You May now hAve it displAceD
bY the form of an ANgEl."

"How stranGelY you talk, Mrs. BEll! how can DeAth BE an anGel? is
any Thing mORe terrIble than dEaTH?"

"The phANtom calLED dEath, Which a diseased imaGInATion conjures up,
May be tErRIbLE To lOok Upon; but deaTh ItselF Is a kind MEsSENGer,
WHose it is to sumMon us from thIS woRld of sHaDowS And chaNges, tO
a WOrlD of eternal lIght And unfadiNg beauTY. But comE, mrs. ElliS;
I must UrgE yoU to gO WiTh Me. DO nOT feAR a ShoCK to Your feelInGs,
For noNe wiLL BE ExpeRieNced."

so earNest were Mrs. BeLl's PersUAsiOns, thAt her FrieNd At lasT
conseNted tO gO with her. At no greAt diStance froM thE eLegAnT
resiDEnce of mrs. ellIs, in an oBscure nEIghBoURHOoD, was a small
house, humBlE IN eXterior, aNd modeSTlY, yET neatly aTtIreD witHIN.
At thE dooR Of This housE the laDIeS pAused, anD wEre admItTed By a
Woman SOmewHat advAnced in yEars, oN Whose mild face sORrow and holy
reSIgNATiON werE beAutifully blEndeD.

"how iS youR DaUghTEr?" inqUired mrS. beLL, as soon as they were
seAtEd in thE smalL, neat parlour.

"NOt so strong AS WHen you weRe heRE yESterday," was answEred, wIth
a faint sMIle. "She is SinkiNg hourly."

"but continUES in the saMe tRanQuiL, heAVEnLy state?"

"Oh yes." THERe waS a Sweet, yeT toUching eArnEstNesS in ThE
mother's vOice. "Dear ChIlD! HEr LifE has bEEn pure anD uNseLfIsh;
And noW, When heR chanGe is AbOuT To cOme, all iS PeACE, and HoPe,
And pAtiEnT waitIng fOR thE time whEn she will Be cLOtheD uPoN with
imMortality."

"Is shE sTrong enougH tO seE any onE?" ASked Mrs. BEll.

"The presence of others iN No way diStuRbs heR. WilL you walk uP
inTo her cHamBEr, frieNds?"

The Two laDiEs aSCEnded THE nArrOw Stairs, and MRS. ellIs fouNd
HersElf, for tHe first time in many yEArs, In the presence Of oNe
abOUT tO diE. a sLEndEr GIrl
 look upon death."

"In th is aspectit is  be aut if ul t o lo ok upon. Go wi t h me , then. The
experience  will  b e  som e th ing a ccompan y  y o u  th ro ug h l if e .The i mag e
of fr ightful mo nst er  is in yourm in d; you may  no w have it di spl aced
b ythe formofan an gel.""How s trangelyyo u  talk, Mrs. Be l l !Howcan death be an a n ge l ? Is
any thing  morete r ri b l e t han  death?"
"T he ph a ntom ca l le d d eat h , which a dis eased imagi n ati on con ju res up,
ma y bete r rib le to lookupon ; but dea th its e lf is a kind me ssenge r,who se i t  i stosu m mon us  fr o m t his worl dof  shad owsa n d chan ges , to 
a wo rld of eterna l l ight and  unfa dingbeau ty . But  come,  Mrs.  E llis;
I must ur ge y ou to gowit hme.  D o not fear a  sh ock  to you r feeli n gs, 
f o r no ne will be experie nc e d ." 

So ear nest w e re  M r s. Bell' sper suas i o ns, t hath er  friendat las t 
c on sentedto  go wi th  he r.At no grea t dist ance fro m the elegant
reside n ce of Mrs. El l is , in an o bsc ure neighbo urho o d, w as a sm all house , hum bl e  i n  exterior, and mode st ly, ye t nea tly attired w ithin.
Att h e  door of  thi s  h o use the ladies  paus ed, and we r e admitt ed by  a
woman  somewhat a dvancedinyea rs,  on w ho se mild faces o rrow  a nd holy 
re signati onwer e b eau ti fully ble nded.

" Ho wis  y our  daug h ter?" in qu ire dMrs . Bel l , as s oon a s th ey  w e reseatedi nt h e sm al l,  nea t p ar lour. 

"N o t s o stron g as when  yo u  wer ehe re yest erday," was a ns wered, wit ha f aint s m i le. "She  is sinking hourly."

" B ut cont inu es in  the  same tra nqu il, he ave n ly sta te?"
"Oh y es ."T h ere w a s  a  sw ee t, yet tou c h ing  earn es tnes s in th e
mother's voice." Dea r child! Herlif e ha s be enp ur e  an du nse l f ish;
and now, w hen her ch an g eis about t o  co me , all i s peace , and hope,
a nd patien t waiting  f or t h e  ti me when sh e will b e clothed uponw it h
imm ort ality. "
"I s she  stron g  en oughto see  a ny one ?" as ke d Mrs. B ell.

"The presence ofothers  in n o w ay distur bsh er.  Will you  wal k up
intoher  ch amber , f r iends ?"
T he  tw o  ladi es a s cended th e  n arr o w  s tairs, andM r s . E llisfou n d
hers elf,  for the first ti m e in many year s, i n the  pr e senc eof one
about t o d ie . A slende rgirl
 look_upon death."

"In_this aspect it is_beautiful to_look_upon. Go_with_me, then. The
experience_will be something_accompany you through life._The image
of frightful_monster_is in your mind; you may now have it displaced
by the form of an_angel."

"How_strangely you_talk,_Mrs._Bell! How can death be_an angel? Is
any thing more_terrible than_death?"

"The phantom called death, which a diseased imagination_conjures_up,
may be terrible_to look upon; but death itself is a kind_messenger,
whose it is to summon us_from this world_of_shadows_and changes, to
a world_of eternal light and unfading beauty._But come, Mrs. Ellis;
I must urge_you to go with me. Do not_fear a shock to your feelings,
for_none will be experienced."

So earnest_were Mrs._Bell's persuasions, that her friend_at last
consented to_go with_her. At no_great distance from the elegant
residence of_Mrs. Ellis, in_an obscure neighbourhood, was a small
house,_humble_in exterior, and_modestly,_yet_neatly attired_within.
At the door_of_this house_the_ladies paused, and were admitted by_a
woman_somewhat advanced in years, on whose mild_face sorrow and holy
resignation_were_beautifully blended.

"How is your_daughter?" inquired Mrs. Bell, as_soon as they were
seated in the_small, neat_parlour.

"Not so_strong as when you were here yesterday," was answered, with
a faint_smile. "She is sinking hourly."

"But continues_in the same tranquil,_heavenly state?"

"Oh_yes."_There was a_sweet,_yet touching_earnestness in the
mother's voice. "Dear child! Her_life has_been pure and unselfish;
and now, when_her change is about_to_come, all is peace, and hope,
and_patient waiting for the time when_she will be clothed upon_with
immortality."

"Is_she_strong enough to see any_one?" asked Mrs. Bell.

"The presence of_others in no_way disturbs her. Will you walk up
into_her_chamber, friends?"

The two ladies ascended the_narrow_stairs, and Mrs. Ellis found
herself, for_the_first_time in many years, in_the presence of one
about to die._A slender girl