The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register. (Wilmington, Del.) 1824-1825, 1824-12-30

The next day was the funeral; and when
the sun rose in his same glory, and all the
"pomp and circumstance" Of day began to
beam upon the face of nature, and the mer-
~ voice of men sometimes came upon the
breeze, and the Carts ratified rudely along,
and all around was business and adventure,
unaffected BY the great event that had come
like an ocean OF scorching fire upon the par
adise of his hcart-he recollected, ard he
said, "to-day is her tuneral--her funeral 2"
His benumbed mind dwelt upon the words,
but there was something underlined, and al
most incomprehensible in them. She was
to be buried atfive in the afternoon. The
clock struck fonr-heput on his hat and went
steadily to her house. He Thought twenty
times he heard her sweetly toned Laughing
voice as he passed along. He turned his head
once or twice to, see if she was not at his
shoulder, but there was nothing, and he
walked on. He saw the house, and his eye
sought every window-but Elizabeth was
not there He rang the bell-the servant
came, weeping-hc looked at him and walked
on--he passed into the parlour-the char
which she had occupied, when he was there
before was standing in the very same place
and there was her piano---he almost
thought he hearcd musicale listened, sob
from the next room came like ice upon his
heart, and he sat down. Her mother came INTO
the room-hcr face was serene in grief, but
the first burst was over, and she was compar-
ativelv calm. She asked him if he would
look at the corpse. He knczv she was dead,
but the blunt shook every nerve IN his frame
and seemed to breathe death upon his soul
fIe arose and followed the bereaved mother.
There was the air OF death IN the apart
ment, and a vanished coffin was on the Ia
H.. ,11 trnft no gn
a few friends sat and wept in silence, mus
inr on the beauties and virtues of the being
they were about to consign to the cold earth.
He walked up to the table, and stood as still,
and pale, and motionless, as the form that
Law stretched before him. He would have
torn away the veil that covered that face,
but he could not--he felt that he might as
well have attempted to heave mountain from
its rocky base The mother saw-she felt
"a mother can fcel--and she silently un-
covered that beautiful countenance. 1t
broke upon him i'll all its loneliness. There
was the same white forehead-thc sleeping
eye-thc cheek that he had kissed SO fondly
the lips that had spoken such sweet sounds
he gazed at her corpse with intensity OF
thought. Her living image was before him
he saw her smiling-he behe!d her IN the
graceful motion--now her figure passed be-
fore him, beautiful in the May dance-and
now he gazed into her full black eyes and
read unuttcrablc things. He had ring on
his finger, a present from her-hc tried to
speak-he looked at the ring, then at her
agony swelled his heart he gave one long
gaze-and looked no more.
He knew not how, but he stood by her
grave and they were bearing the coffin to-
wards the dark narrow pt--a' heap OF fresh
earth was piled at its side. Some one said,
"Wherc are the cords?' He heard the an
swer. here they are" and then the coffin
was gradually let down into the bottom OF
the grave--it sat firmly on the ground, and
he heard voice say, "there, that is right
draw up the rope" Then there was tho
.ound, as if the orders were obeyed-in the
act Of doing it,.a few grains of sand and peb-
Bile dropped upon the coffin-then all was
stll--then handful Of soft, damp, heavy
clay, was shovelled down. Oh, that sound !.
that solemn, dreary sound of utter desolation I!
1t broke the horrd spell that kept his voice
silent and his eye dry--his lip began to quiz
era sob heayed his aching brcast-large
tears gushed from his eyes-he stretched
out his hands in an agony of weeping--and
grasped an old quaker gentleman's nose in
the stage coach, where he was sleeping, and
gave occasion for Obedah to observe,
"Nerily, friend, when thou hast sufficiently
amused myself with my nose, perhaps thou
wilt return il to its rightful owner"
The whole horrible creation of his fancy
passed away like a mist; his heart bounded
within him, and he soon took sweet revenge
upon those wicked lips that had been so cold
and still, yet so beautiful, in the darkness of
his dream.
Il great day's hunt.-Mr. Mitchell, the
representative elect from this congressional
district, for the sake of recreation, set out Oh
ahuating excursion on the eighth instant. On
the north side OF the Bellefont and Philips
burg turnpike road, about 25 miles from this
place, he routed large buck which he fired at
and woundedi in the shoulder. The buck ran
off, and he pursued for some distance, when
he perceived the animal about forty yards
ahead of him lying on the ground upon his
back and an uncommonly large panther hav-
ing him by the throat. Mr.. Mitchell imme-
diately levelled his rife, and shot the pan
Their through the heart. The beast let &C
his hold of the buck and made several leaps
towards Mr.. Mitchell and fell lifeless.
Mr.. Mitchell then charged his gun be-
lieving the panther which he had Shot to be
dead, and cast his eyes towards the wounded
buck, which remained in the same position,
when to his great establishment, he observed
another large female panther having hold OF
the buck by the neck, on the opposite side
from MIR. Mitchell, He levelled his gun al
the head of the animal, and the ball entered
her right eye. An awful silence prevailed
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