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Literary
April 10, 1849
Weekly Miners' Express
Dubuque, Dubuque County, Iowa
What is this article about?
A mourner grieves at a loved one's grave, lamenting death's finality, but finds solace when the form of Christianity appears, revealing the joys of heaven and the spirits of the just, including his beloved. He resolves to wait patiently for his own time and returns to life with hope.
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I saw a mourner standing at eventide over the grave of one dearest to him on earth. The memory of joys that were past came crowding on his soul. 'And this,' said he, 'is all that remains of one so loved and so lovely? I call but no voice answers.- O! my loved one will not hear! O Death! inexorable Death! what hast thou done? Let me lie down and forget my sorrows in the slumbers of the grave!'
When he thought thus in agony, the form of Christianity came by. He heard the song and transport of the great multitude which no man can number, around the throne, there were the spirits of the just made perfect, there the spirit of her he mourned. Their happiness was pure, permanent and perfect. The mourner then wiped the tear from his eye, took courage and thanked God; all the days of my appointed time,' said he 'will I wait till my change comes,' and he returned to the duties of life no longer sorrowing as those who have no hope
I saw a mourner standing at eventide over the grave of one dearest to him on earth. The memory of joys that were past came crowding on his soul. 'And this,' said he, 'is all that remains of one so loved and so lovely? I call but no voice answers.- O! my loved one will not hear! O Death! inexorable Death! what hast thou done? Let me lie down and forget my sorrows in the slumbers of the grave!'
When he thought thus in agony, the form of Christianity came by. He heard the song and transport of the great multitude which no man can number, around the throne, there were the spirits of the just made perfect, there the spirit of her he mourned. Their happiness was pure, permanent and perfect. The mourner then wiped the tear from his eye, took courage and thanked God; all the days of my appointed time,' said he 'will I wait till my change comes,' and he returned to the duties of life no longer sorrowing as those who have no hope
What sub-type of article is it?
Prose Fiction
Vision Or Dream
What themes does it cover?
Death Mortality
Religious
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Mourning
Grave
Death
Christianity
Heaven
Consolation
Hope
Literary Details
Title
A Beautiful Extract.
Subject
Consolation In Grief Through Christian Faith
Key Lines
'And This,' Said He, 'Is All That Remains Of One So Loved And So Lovely? I Call But No Voice Answers. O! My Loved One Will Not Hear! O Death! Inexorable Death! What Hast Thou Done?'
He Heard The Song And Transport Of The Great Multitude Which No Man Can Number, Around The Throne, There Were The Spirits Of The Just Made Perfect, There The Spirit Of Her He Mourned.
'All The Days Of My Appointed Time,' Said He 'Will I Wait Till My Change Comes,' And He Returned To The Duties Of Life No Longer Sorrowing As Those Who Have No Hope