It is surrounded by cherubim and seraphim, and sings the song of Moses and the Lamb on Mount Zion.

Amid the solemn stillness of the chamber of death, imagination hears heavenly hymns chanted by the spirits of just men made perfect.

In another moment, the livid lips and sunken eye of the clay- cold corpse recall our thoughts to earth and to ourselves again.

And while we think of mortality, sin, death, and the grave, we feel the prayer rise in our bosom, "Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his!" If there be a moment when Christ and salvation, death, judgment, heaven, and hell, appear more than ever to be momentous subjects of meditation, it is that which brings us to the side of a coffin containing the body of a departed believer.
Elizabeth's features were altered, but much of her likeness remained.

Her father and mother sat at the head, her brother at the foot of the coffin.
The father silently and alternately looked upon his dead child and then lifted up his eyes to heaven.