The Northern star, and constitutionalist. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1834-1837, 1835-10-10

DeaM.-* n have seen one die
she was beautiful (; and beautiful were the
ministries of life that were given her to
fulfil. Angelic loveliness enrobed her I;
and grace as fit were caught from hea-
ven, breathed in every tone, hallowed ev-
cry affection, shone in every action-in-
vested, as a halo, her whole existence,
and made it light and blessing, a charm
and vision of gladness, to all around
her but she died Friendship and love,
and parental fondness, and infant weak
ness, stretched out their hands to save
her, and she died. What did all that
ioveIiness die? Is there no land of the
blessed and lovely ones, for such to live
in3 Forbid it reason, religion = be-
reaved affection and undying love for
bid the thought 1t cannot be that such
in Gods counsel who live, even in frail
human memory for ever.
al have seen one die-in the maturity
Of every power, in the earth ly perfection
of every faculty when many temptations
had been overcome, and many hard les
sons had been learned, when many ex-
periments had made virtue easy, and had
given facility to action, and success
TO endeavor when wisdom has been
learnt from many mistakes, and skill
had been laboriously acpuiredin the useful
of many powers and the being looked
upon had just compassed that most use
most practical of all knowledge, how to
live and to act, we'll and wisely yet l
have seen such an one die Was all
this treasure gained, only to be lost I?
Were all these faculties trained, only to
be thrown to utter disuse? Was this in
strument the intelligent soul the noblest
in the universe-was it so laboriously
fashioned, and by the most varied and ex-
pensive apparatus, that, on the very mo-
ment of being finished, it should be cast
away for ever? No, the dead, as we call
them, do not so die. They carry our
though to another and nobler exis-
tence. They teach us, and especially by
all the strange and seemingly untoward
circumstances of their departure from
this life, that they, and we, shall live for
ever.
"I have wandered among the .tombs Of
such people have wandered through
the far-famed cemetery, that overlooks,
from its mourpful brow, the gay and
crowded metropolis of France but "a
mong the many inscriptions upon those
tombs, read scarcely one--l read-to
state so triAing an affair with numerical
exactness-I read not more than four or
five inscriptions in the whole Pere La
Chaise, which made any consoling refer
ence to future life. L read, ON those
cold marble tombs, the lamentations of
bereavement, in every affecting variety Of
phrase. On the tomb of youth, it was
written, that its broken-heartcd parents,
who spent their days in tears and their
nights in anguish, had laid down here
their treasure and their hope On the
proud mausoleum where friendship, COM
panionshIp, and love, had deposited their
holy relics, it was constantly written,
"Her husband is inconsolable ) His dis
consolate wife - A brother left alone and
unhappy has raised this monument but
seldom-scarcely ever, did the mourniul
record close with word ofhope-scarce-
ly at all was it to be read amidst the mar
bic silence of that world ofthe dead, that
there is life beyond !; and that surviving
friends hope for blessed meeting again,
where death comes no more.
ooh death dark hour to hopeless
unbeief! hour to which, in that creed of
despair, no hour shall succeed beings
last hour n Y death what art
thou to the Christians assuranceI Great
hour of answer to life's eternal prayer
great hour that shall break asunder the
bond of life's mystery hour of relapse
from life's burden hour Of reunion with
the loved and lost what mighty hopes
hasten to their fulfilment in thee. What
longings, what ASPIRATIONS -breathed in
the still night, beneath the silent stars
what dread emotions of curiosity-what
deep meditations of joy what hallowed
imagings ofnever experienced purity and
bhss-what possibilities shadowing forth
unspeakable realities to the soul all verge
to their consummation in thee Oh !
death the Christians death what art
thou but the gate of life, the portal ofhea-
ven, the threshold Of eternity. ."-Dewey's
Sermons.
The first Lottery recorded in the history
of our country, was among the early col
onists of Virginia in 1914. The highest
prize was 1900 crowns. Lotteries were
rare until after the establishment of inde-
pendence, when, as Salmagundi says, the
states for want Of nothing else to do, fell
into mischievous practices, and took to
making noper money and drawing Iotte-