asleep." p. 178, Para. 1, [2SG].
The following lines occasioned by his death, were written by Sr. Annie R. Smith: p. 178, Para. 2, [2SG].
Gone to thy rest, brother! peaceful thy sleep; While o'er thy grave bending, in sorrow we weep, For the loved and the cherished, in life's early bloom, Borne from our number, to the cold, silent tomb. p. 178, Para. 3, [2SG].
Sweet be thy slumber! in quiet repose; Beneath the green turf, and the blossoming rose; O, soft is thy pillow, and lowly thy bed; Mournful the cypress that waves o'er the dead. p. 179, Para. 1, [2SG].
Dark though the opinion that shaded his brow, The truth which he followed illumined it now; In the arms of his Saviour he fell to his rest, Where woes that await us pervade not his breast. p. 179, Para. 2, [2SG].
Weep not for the Christian whose labor is done; Who, faithful to duty, the treasure has won. The jewel was fitted forever to shine, A gem in the casket, immortal, divine. p. 179, Para. 3, [2SG].
Not long will earth's bosom his precious form hide, And death's gloomy portals from kindred divide; For swiftly approaching, we see the bright day, That brings the glad summons, Arise! come away! p. 179, Para. 4, [2SG].
Chapter XXVI (26) · Labors in Michigan
After Nathaniel's death, my husband was much afflicted. Trouble and anxiety of mind had prostrated him. He had a high fever, and was confined to his bed. We united in prayer for him, and he was relieved, but still remained very weak. He had appointments out for Mill Grove, N. Y., and Michigan, and feared that he could not fill them. We decided to venture as far as Mill Grove, and if he grew no better, to return home. p. 179, Para. 5, [2SG].