Martinsburgh gazette. [volume] (Martinsburgh, Va. [W. Va.]) 1810-1825, 1825-03-10
FIRST.

CIA In GAhOhs
WHEN two congenial souls have
long been united in the bands of wed.
locS-when their mutual feelings have
so amalgamatcd that there seems to be
bot one thought and one existence be
tween theni-when their affections
have so entwined themselves around
| each other that every successive year
| brings TO view new perfectlons, and,
of course, new proofs of affection and
sources Of happiness-when one of
these beings is severed from the other,
it i. like tearing the vines from the
heart, or deprive it ofall its organs of
existence: such was the situation of Mr.
Eustis. He had long beheld the love OF
bis amiable wifc-he saw thathls whole
existence depended upon her, and that,
when deprived Of one who bad buf-
| fetted many a storm with him, and ar
| rived at las! at the harbour Of happi-
| ness, lie must lose a companion that no
pleasure could repay, and for which no
consolation could sooihe him, or lesson
bis grief. He bad seen her in the
bloom Of health; he beheld her grow
ing in sweetness, and daily approx
ma.ing,periection Alas how vision
airy are all Il hopes, all our anticipa-
tions!-they vanish like the morning
dew, and disappear like the mist be.
fore a burning sun. Such were Mr..
Eustis's reflections, as he watched ev
cry motion of his fond Maria, while
she was lying on a bed, which fate
had determined she should never again
arise. He saw her brethe her last
he followed her to the grave, and when
the earth fell upon her coffin, every
consolation was buried beneath II. He
beheld the world as a desert, where
not a cheering plant grew, or a solita-
ry comfort existed. He would receive
no consolation, but stood like a CIR
died tree on some vast plain, wlther-
ing day by day. Thus Mr.. Eustis las
ted for a few weeks, when he saw the
messenger of death approaching. He
summoned his friends around bis bed,
and acquainted them with his situation.
He took his son Eugene by the hand,
and thus addressed him: my only
child, your fond doating father is about
to depart from this world OF darkness
to yon blessed and glorious region:
there will l join your mother, and once
more press her in these fond arms.
Listen to the last accents of my feeble
voice: treasure up my Instructions in
your bosom, and you will live happy.
BE upright to all; guard your honor as
you would your life; let not a lie sully
your lips, nor q blush OF shame Grim
son your cheeks; show lenity and IN
diligence tow ardsyour friends-ifthey
err, endeavour to set them right, aSd
not to lead them on in darkness. Re-
member that the beggar who asks Tor
your bouDtiful crumb is, IN the scale
of existence, on a balance with your
self. Dispise not the poor, because
God has made them go; neither rever-
ence the rich, because they are blessed
with worldly possesslons-bu but bestow
your love on mankind according as
their actions merit it. And oh! Eu
gene, let me admonish you in the words
of the poet:
" $50 live, that, when thy summons comes to JOIN
"'Thc innumerable caravan that moves
' Go the pale reals of shade, where each shall
"'rake his chamber in the silent halls OF death,
IL nj, - --. ILL., tha nIarry oIaya at pIOht-
% 'Scourged to his dungeon; but sustained
"sAnd Soothed by an unfaultering trust,
4" Approach thy grave, like one who wraps
"'The drapery of his couch about him, and
/" Lies down TO pleasant dresms.'
When Mr.. Eustis had finished these
lines, his voice became weak, and he
was unable to say more: he fell back
upon his pillow and seemed expiring.
Eugene kissed his pale lips, and ba-
thed his bloodless cheek with tears.
ooh! my father" he exclaimed, in
the bitterness of his soul, "who will be
to me what you have been? Who
will rejoice with me in Joy, and morn
with me in sorrow? An orphan inthis
miserable world, who will say, Come
to me, my son, and hear my ins:ruc.
tons Alas! no being can repay my
loss"
Mr.. Eustis seeing his sons affection,
arose from his pillow, and beckoned
to Mr. MiIIimour (who was his bro
Their -in.law) to approach lin, which
he accordingly did.
"My brother" said Mr.. Eustis, 81
know the goodness of your heart.
Look on that boy-see his grief: will
Won sootha The ordnance of nv ONLY