Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

him, repeatedly, at his request. It enraptured his
soul during his last hours, when he seemed to be
absent, conversing with God and heaven. He often
repeated -
“‘Victory! victory! shouting in death!’
“The closing scene finally came. On the 20th of
December, in the morning, it was manifest to all
that he must soon depart. During the morning he
made no particular conversation, but would break
forth in expressions like the following:
“‘Mighty to save!’ ‘O, I long to be there!’
‘Victory! victory!’ ‘Shouting in death!’ etc.
“He finally sunk down into an easy sleeping or
dozing state. Occasionally he roused up, and
opened his eyes, but was not able to speak, though
perfectly rational, and knew us all. He continued to
breathe shorter and shorter, till five minutes past
three o’clock, P. M., when he calmly and sweetly
gave his last breath. The silver cord was loosed, the
golden bowl was broken at the fountain, and the
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