seven in the morning
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 . No ; -- there had been no strife with the heavenly messenger . As a child falls asleep in its mother 's arms , so fell Mrs. Montgomery asleep in the arms of an angel -- tranquil , peaceful , happy .