. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . and the hunters moon rose in the nightfall. The farmers were very busy filling their bursting barns and cribs; butHannahs home was silent. No one remembered to have seen her enter curtains were drawn, the door closed. The next Sunday morning shedid not appear upon the church steps as usual, and some neighbors went tothe door of the little red house to inquire if she were ill. They rapped, andwaited for the sound of feet under the withered morning-glory vines, but nonecame. The house seemed tenantless. One o
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . and the hunters moon rose in the nightfall. The farmers were very busy filling their bursting barns and cribs; butHannahs home was silent. No one remembered to have seen her enter curtains were drawn, the door closed. The next Sunday morning shedid not appear upon the church steps as usual, and some neighbors went tothe door of the little red house to inquire if she were ill. They rapped, andwaited for the sound of feet under the withered morning-glory vines, but nonecame. The house seemed tenantless. One of the farmers at length pushedopen a shutter, and, looking into the room usually occupied by Hannah, turnedand said : She lies there on the bed, — she is dead. The dream is ended, said the other. Poor soul, she was a good has taken her to Himself. The window was forced. The worn body was tenderly cared for, and prepa-rations were made for the funeral. Her will was found. She had given herproperty to the poor of the town, and requested that she might be buried from. THE FOLK-SONG FESTIVAL. 235 the church. The will also contained this strange request: Since I leave allI have to the town, I hope the Selectmen will ask Rev. John Leland to attendmy funeral, and that the bell may be tolled when my body is taken into thechurch, and rung when it is borne to the grave. I have given my life, and allI have of property, to the people of this town. May I ask, as a return forthis, that the people will, in kindness, grant my last request? The funeral was appointed for the morning of Thanksgiving Day, and amessenger was dispatched to Elder John Leland, of Cheshire, the eloquentevangelist, who was then in Boston, to ask him if he would conduct theservices. The tender-hearted old man heard the story of Hannahs life withdeep sympathy. I will come, said he, but not to mourn for the dead. She does not needour tears. God has cleared her vision, and has taken her to Himself. Let usdo as s
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