The angel of Death had been there.

Tenderly and lovingly had he taken the hand of Mrs.Montgomery, and led her through the gate that opens into the land of immortals.
She received her daughter's kiss at eleven o'clock, held her for some moments, gazing into her face, and then said--"Good-night, my precious one! Good-night, and God bless you!" At seven in the morning she was found lying in bed with a smile on her face, but cold and lifeless as marble! There had been no strife with the heavenly messenger..