12 I rode to Terre haute Ia on the beautiful national road through the delightful scenery of that country I drove to Asahel H. Woodruff^s Wabash
Bookstore & instead of finding Br Asahel there he was in his [FIGURE] grave & his store occupied by his Administrator & Clerk viz R A
Smith & Martin Ray I had an interview with his clerk Martin Ray I made Inquiries concerning Brother Asahels sickness
& Death but defered attending to his business untill the following day. It was with difficulty that we could get entertain
ment in the city for the night but finally we obtained an empty house & went into it & spent the nigh. Distance 27

[FIGURE] ASAHEL H. WOODRUFF
DIED at Terre Haute I.a.
Oct 18^th 1838
AGED 24 Years

And is he gone, has asahel fled away, from lif[e]'s fair scenes to the regions of the DEAD
Yes he is gone by Deaths relentless hand. Had youth, or beauty, friends or virtue, power to save
He now might be mingling with his friends, and not sleeping in the silent GRAVE

There is nothing calculated to sooner lead the mind to serious & solumn meditations &
to bring fresh to our memory the events of our past lives than to visit the tomb of
those that are made dear to us by the ties of nature, of friendship, or of the blood of CHRIST.
Brother Asahel was a young man of the most brilliant talents, firm & independant in
independant in his principles. I had not been privileged with a personal interview with him
for about seven years but had corresponded together by letter. Asahel had a peculiar art in
letter writing which gave much interest to all the productions of his pen. We both had
long anticipated much upon an interview with each other, but my hopses were suddenly blasted. I
did not hear of his death untill the day previous to my arival at his dwelling. But I say the will
of the Lord be done all is right I feel resigned

O death thy stroke is sure. At an early hour thy
victim's fallen, & blasted the fond hopses of a father
a mother & an ownly sister. Eunice be still & know
that GOD hath spoken, & thy Brother called, Asahel
lived for thee: for thee he plan'd, he toiled, & hoped, & airy
castles built for thy future joy, but now he's gone. His
grave remains to be wattered ownly by the Dews of hea-
ven unless upon the Wabash banks a friend should chan-
ce to roam & drop an accidental tear. O Asahel among
strangers thy lot was cast among thouem thou hast fallen
& found a grave. No friend to see thy grief or share thy joy
or drop a tear with thee. Willford & Phebe alone marked
thy silent bed & ownly could take a pebble in memory
of thy noble soul. A pebble did I say, ah thy books, thy Journals,
thy letters, & all the productions of thoy pen, are standing
monuments of thy worth & of more value to thy friends
than the gold of Opher or the rubies of Peru. In the morn
of thy days thou hast fallen yet the events of thy youth will
be active in the memory of thy friends while memory lives
Me thinks the spirit steals across my breast & says be still
& learn to be resigned & feel that with thy brother all is well
that what was not accomplished with him in time, will be
finished when upon COLOB'S walls he stands clothed with
Immortality. God is just, all is right. In the morn of his
days Asahel is called from the scenes of time that his
noble soul fromay see, feel, & view those glories whoich are
hid behind the vale the covering of eternity. Farewell
Asahel farewell. No more will thy voice the ears of thy friends
salute or thy pen their hearts unlock. while here in time, truth
unsuled before the[e] now are living realities, while Willford'^s testi-
mony to thee in its true light can now be wedeighed. Upon thee
nature hath bestowed her bounty but not in vain though
buried from human view, then sleep untill the trump
shall sound to call the[e] forth in eternal things to act.
Eunice dry thy startling tear & give thy brother up. The
Lord hath taken him to save his soul that earthly snares
should not his feet enwrap & his fall secure. It speaks in
language loud be ye also ready, for in such an hour as
ye think not the Son of man cometh. [Matthew 24:44] How solumn to
part with friends yet it seetweetens death to know our
friend is God & the rest of Saints our home. Then sleep
Asahel sleep let naught thy dust disturd untill rean
imated by the Arkangels trump & in immortals gate
to meet thy friends & walk in paths of eternal light &
truth & comprehend all knowledge & wisdoms space
& natuers laws that ever live in vast DOMAIN