Catharine

Catharine

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Title: Catharine
Author: Nehemiah Adams
Release Date: March 28, 2005 [EBook #15485]
Language: English
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CATHARINE.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
"AGNES AND THE LITTLE KEY."
[Transcriber's Note: Nehemiah Adams]

THIRD THOUSAND.
BOSTON: J.E. TILTON AND COMPANY. LONDON. KNIGHT AND SON. 1859.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by J.E. TILTON and Co., In the Clerk's Office of the District Comm. of the District of Massachusetts.
PRINTED BY GEORGE O. RAND & AVERY.
ELECTROTYPED AT THE BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.

TO THE YOUNG LADIES OF MY CONGREGATION, FRIENDS AND ACQUAINTANCES Of CATHARINE, AND TO EVERY FATHER, HAVING A DAUGHTER IN HEAVEN, These Pages ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.

CONTENTS.
I.
MORE THAN CONQUEROR, 9
II.
THE FEAR OF DEATH ALLEVIATED, 58
III.
THE SEARCH FOR THE DEPARTED, 89
IV.
THE SILENCE OF THE DEAD, 119
V.
THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY, 144

CATHARINE

I.
MORE THAN CONQUEROR.
Is that a death-bed where the Christian lies? Yes,--but not his: 'Tis death itself there dies.
COLERIDGE.
She was not an infant--an unconscious subject of grace. But the Saviour has led through a long sickness, and through death, a daughter of nineteen years, and has made her, and those who loved and watched her, say, We are more than conquerors. To speak of Him, and not to gratify the fondness of parental love, to commend the Saviour of my child to other hearts, and to obtain for Him the affections of those to whom He is able and willing to be all which He was to her, is the sole object of these pages. Listen, then, not to a parent's partial tale concerning his child, nor concerning mental nor bodily suffering, but to the words of one who has seen how the presence of Christ, and love to Him, can fill the dying hours with the sweetest peace, and even beauty, and the hearts of survivors with joy.
Wishing to dwell chiefly on the last scenes of this dear child's life, the reader will not be delayed by any biographical sketch. Nine years before her death, when she was between ten and eleven years of age, she gave the clearest evidence that she was renewed by the Holy Spirit. We had since that time been made happy by the growing power of Christian principle in her conduct, the clearness and steadfastness of her faith, her systematic endeavors to live a holy life, her deep regret when she had erred, and her resolute efforts to improve in every part of her character.
Through a long sickness, with consumption, for two years and three months, she felt the soothing power of unfaltering Christian hope, which was evidently derived from a very clear perception of the way to be saved through Christ, and complete trust in the promises made to simple faith in him.
He who gave me this child, and crowned my hopes and wishes by the manifest signs of his love towards her, merits from me a tribute of gratitude and praise to which I desire and expect that eternity itself may bear witness. They who read the story, which I am about to relate, of her last few days, and think what it must be for a father to see his child made competent to meet so intelligently and deliberately, and to overcome, the last enemy, and, in doing so, helping to sustain and to comfort those who loved her, will perceive that it is a gift from God whose value nothing can increase. Bereavement and separation take nothing from it, but, on the contrary, they illustrate and enforce our obligations. For since we must needs die, and are as water that is spilled upon the ground, which cannot be gathered up again, such a death as this amounts to positive happiness by the side of a contrasted experience in the joyless, hopeless death of a child, or friend. But without further preface, I proceed to the narrative.
* * * * *
Never before had it fallen to my lot to bear that message to one who was sick, "The Master is come, and calleth for thee." In previous cases of deep, personal interest, this has been unnecessary. But in the present case there was a resolute purpose, and an expectation, of recovery, till within a week of dissolution, and, on our part, a belief that life might still be lengthened. Such cases involve nice questions of duty. Where the patient has evidently made timely preparation to die, it is needless to dispel that half illusion which seems to be one feature of consumption--an