!['Far Above Rubies', Memoir of Helen S. Herschell by Her Daughter, Ed. By R.H. Herschell. [Followed By] the Bystander [By H.S. Herschell]](/jacket/500x500/9781230254036.jpg)
Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ... turned round her face towards him, though she gave no sign of recognition when any one else approached her. On the morning of the last day of the year we were all standing near the hed. My mother lay there with a calm and peaceful look. She did not seem to suffer at all; God graciously spared herself and others from this additional pain. She was breathing very quietly, and at intervals, till, at half-past seven o'clock, one gentle sigh was heard, and all was over! "How short and peaceful may the passage be! One beating pulse, one feeble struggle o'er, May open wide the everlasting door. Yes! for that bliss unspeakable, unseen, Is ready;--and the veil of flesh between A gentle sigh may rend." Her passage into glory was indeed peaceful. There was no triumphant display of victory over the king of terrors, neither was there need to seek fresh sources of comfort and assurance. "Truly of her it might be said," a friend remarked, on hearing the circumstances, "as was said of another Christian lady, when the summons came, she had nothing to do but to die!" Her whole life had been spent in God's service, and in preparation for entering on her inheritance; and when she was called to take possession of it, with calmness and confidence she could present herself before her Father, assured of acceptance through the blood of Jesus. Her remains were brought to England, and buried in Kensall-Green Cemetery, on the 12th of January. The teachers of the Sunday schools in connexion with my father's Church have asked permission to enclose the grave, and erect a head-stone, as a mark of the respect and affectionate esteem in which they held her. "I have a strong inward testimony in my own heart," a friend wrote, on hearing of my mother's death, "to her faith...
