American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1822-10-08
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ngs, iancies, and opinions retain permanent exi
|, tence. But how many sink into the grave in a
their personal beauty and all their mental charm:
and are heard of no more! Of them no brigt
thoughts are recorded, no touching emotions, u
wild imaginations All their fine and true percep
tons all their instructive knowledge of the huma
+ soul, and all their pure speculation Of the myser
of human life, vanish forever and die with partiD
breath. A fair, amiable, intelligent young made
has died, and is buried That is all And her gray
lies in its unvisited rest. Such one was Emm
Beatoun. Her mother, her sisters, and few dea
friends, knew what ireausurs Of thought were Il
her soul; what CLEANS oil genius, and what light Q
unpretending wisdom But she carried up her pur
and high thoughts with her to heaven; nor did an
of them survive her on earth, except few frag
mens of hymns set by herselfto plaintive music
which no voice but her own, so deep and so sweet
so mellow yet so mournful, could ever have fti
sung.
The suferings Of this sister were heavy indeed
and she at last prayed to be relieved.-Constan
sickness interrupted only by fits Of racking pain
kept the fair shadow TOR the last weeks oil he hi
10 bed, and nothing seemed to disturb her so muct
the lncessant care of her dying sister, who seem
ed TO forget her own approaching DOOM in the ten
der mnstratlons of love. EN- VA religious Thoughts
had long been OF an amosi dark and awful charac
ter, and she was possessed OF d eP sense oil he
own unworthlness in the sight Of God 1t was fear
ed, that as her end drew near, and her mind wa
weakened by continual suffering, her last hour!
might be visited with visions trying and terrible
but the reverse was the case, and it seemed as |,
God, to reward life of meekness. HUMILITY ane
wisdom, removed all fear from her soul, and show
ed her the loving, rather than the awful mysteries
her Redeemer.
On her dead face there sat a smile, Just as plea
SAINT and serene, that which had lighted the coun
tenance oil Caroline, when she fell asleep forever
with The lilies in her hand The old nurse, who
had been with them since their infancy, alone OBJ
served that she had expired, for there had been
gh and the pale emacl,ted fingers moved not as
they clasped together across her breast.
Louisa, the eldest, was now lef: alone, and al
though her health had always been most dele ate
there seemed, from some Of the symptoms, a slight
nope that she might yet recover. That fatal hectic
flush did not stain her cheek and her pulse al
hough very faint, had not the lrreguarity Of alarm
ing fever But there are secrets known but TO the
dying themselves and all the encouraging kind
'ess OF friends was eceived by her as sweet proofs
Ut affection, but never one touched her heart with
aope. The dlsea,e OF which both her sisters had
died, was in the blood of her fathers family and
she never ono rose up rom her bed, or her couch
0r the gray oster seat IN The sunny garden, without
ceiling deathlike lassitude that could not long en-
due. Indeed she yearned for the grave and hers
was WEAKNESS that could only find entire relief in
the perfect stiffness of that narrow house.
Had Lou not felt death within her bosom, there
we're circum, tances that could not have tailed to
make her desire life even al err her mother and Sis
ters had been taken away. For she had been be-
trn'hed, tor year past to one who would have
made her happy. Tie received an account OF the
alarming Stale OF he sisters Pisa whittier he had
gone for the establishment Of his own health, and
ne instantly hurried home to Scotland. Caroline
and E nua were in their graves but he had the
satisfaction to be with his own Louisa i'll
her las days. Much did he, at first, press her To-
go to Italy, as faint aud iorlorn hope but he soon
deslsed from such VAN persuasions. &c The thought
IS sweet TO la our oones Within the bosom Of our
natI'e soil. The verdure and the flowers | loved
will brighten around my gra'e-the same trees
whose pleasant murmur> chee, &c my living year
viii hang their cool shadows over my dust and the
eyes that met mine In the lig Of affection, will
shed tears over the sod that covers Keeping my
memory green with their spirits - He who had
been her lover, but was the friend and brother
OF her SOUL had nothing to reply to these natural sen
Ilments. " After all, they were but iancies-Henry
but they cling to the heart from whence they
sprung-and to be buried in the sweet churchyardl
81 Blanlyre, is now thought most pleasant to my
'oul.''
In dry summer weather, clear riyulet imper-
'epubly shrlnks away from its sandy bed, till on
some morning we miss the CLEAN and the murmur
lltogether-and find the little channel dry. Just IN
his way was Louisa was,Ing-ad so was her life
pure and beautiful to the last The day before she
he'd she requested in voice that could not be de-
Ned, that her brother would take her into the
that she might see the graves OF her
mother and sisters all lying together and the spot
whose daisies were soon to De distui bed She was
carried thither in the sunshine, on her sick char,
Tor the distance Was only few hundred yards and
her attendants having Withdrawn, she surveyed the
graves with beaming countenanee, in presence of
her weeping friend. Methnks (said she) | hear
a hymn and children singing in the church! No,