It seemed unearthly, like the strange,
dim images in the Revelation. I thought of the great white throne; the
rainbow around it; the throne in sight like unto an emerald; and oh
that beautiful water rising like moonlight, falling as the soul sinks
when it dies, to rise refined, spiritualized, and pure. That rainbow,
breaking out, trembling, fading, and again coming like a beautiful
spirit walking the waters. Oh, it is lovelier than it is great; it is
like the Mind that made it: great, but so veiled in beauty that we
gaze without terror. I felt as if I could have _gone over_ with
the waters; it would be so beautiful a death; there would be no fear
in it. I felt the rock tremble under me with a sort of joy. I was so
maddened that I could have gone too, if it had gone."
While at the East she was greatly affected by hearing of the death of
her dear friend, Eliza Tyler, the wife of Professor Stowe. This lady
was the daughter of Dr. Bennett Tyler, president of the Theological
Institute of Connecticut, at East Windsor; but twenty-five years of
age at the time of her death, a very beautiful woman gifted with a
wonderful voice. She was also possessed of a well-stored mind and a
personal magnetism that made her one of the most popular members of
the Semi-Colon Club, in the proceedings of which she took an active
interest.
Her death left Professor Stowe a childless widower, and his forlorn
condition greatly excited the sympathy of her who had been his wife's
most intimate friend.
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