Martinsburgh gazette. [volume] (Martinsburgh, Va. [W. Va.]) 1810-1825, 1823-11-06

Saying, we are twins in death. proud sur,
Thy face is cold, thy race is run,
sfis Mercy bids thee 60
For thou ten thousand thousand years
last seen the ude Of human tears,
That shall 40 longer flow!
What though beneath thee man pat forth
Ills pomp, his pride, his skill
And artstlat made FIRE, food aud earth
The yassals Of his viii
Yet rnourni not thy psrted sway,
al ia dim dscrowaeJ king Of day;
Tor all those trophied arts
And triumphs that beneath thee sprang,
hesl'd not passion ora pang
Entail'd on human hearts
Go, let obhvion's curtain fall
Upon the stage OF men,
Nor with thy rising beams recall
Lies tragedy agan.
Its piteous pageants bring not back,
Nor wsken Gesh upon the rack $50
OF pain anew to wrlthe;
Stretched in diseases shapes abho-r'd,
Or mown in battle by the SWORD,
Like grass beneath the scytiie.
'Ry'nI am weary in yon skies
Towatch thy fading fire;
Test OF all sunless agonles,
Behold not me expire.
My lips, thai speak thy dirge of death,
Their rounded gasp and gurghng breath
To see, thoa shalt no, boast,
The eclipse OF nature spreads my pail,
TheSpaissy Of darknesa shall
i.eceihm y parting ghos,!
This spirit shall retire to Him,
A.. That gave its heavenly spark;
Yet, think not, Sun. it shall be dim
Whenthou myself art dark!
Nol it shall live again, and shine
In bliss unknown TO beams Of thine,
BY Him recalPd to breath.
Who captive led captivity, 1857
Who robbd the grave of Victory
and tcok the sting OF Death!
Co, Sun. while Mercy holds me up
On Natures awful waste,
T o drink this last and bitter cup
OF grief that man shall taste
Go, tell the night that hides thy face,
Thou saw'st the last Of Adams race,
On erthss sepuichral ciod,
The dHfkening universe defy
To quench his Immortality,
Or shake his trust in God!
There is no word in the Engiisi
language, about which so much ha'
been written, as the word immertoli
ty Thus, poet, an historian, bio
grapher, an artist, statesman, or /;
hero, after having accomplished il
their respective spheres, something
worthy Of commemoration, are pro
nounced to have done deed, that will
render their NAMES IMMORTAL. The,
will gain an Immortality in the breail
of dying men--an immortality amongs
mortal beings. For this fair repor
after death, for little life beyond tn,
grave, we are all striving, whether i
be Bonapartc at the head of armies, o.
Of cabinets, or the humble tenant of
hamlet, who looks to the record of hi
grave stone alone, to preserve hi
name from oblivion. 1t is vain to dc
ny there is an arfstocracy in death, o.
to speak more intelligibly, the sam,
inequality in. oar aIlotments, Will,
rnoulderiag under the sod, that there
is, in the course of human life. .Loot
at our grave yards, and behold tn,
magnificent sepulctre adorned will
eulogy, engraved On the hard and an
yielding marble, and the humble hill
lock of earth ad jasent, without even
stone TO distinguish the spot Vhe sa
cred volume with characteristic sim
plicity, records of Dives, that he diet
and was BURIED-buried, we ar,
led to infer, with all the ponp that at
tends departed greatness. 1t is no
said of Lazarus, that he was buried
that was a circumstance too trivial [,
be mentioned in the death of this wret
ched, irlploring and earih-despise,
beggar--;he darkness OF death is lin
minated by the light reflected from
rushing wiGgs--"he is carried by an
gels into Abraham's bosom" How
let us follow out these decisive ma,
we'll conceive, that Dives, who wa
buried, was net scffered to remain il
obscuri,y after death--that the place Q
his last repose was superb. And y el
what was all this empty parade c
death-magnificence?: 80 momcnta
ry grace of mortal men, which W
more hunt for than the graceof God
But there is an Immortality worth STIR
wing aftcr-not the Immortality G
] dca;h-nOt that which is derived iron