Iowa news. [volume] (Dubuque, Upper Mississippi Lead Mines, Wisconsin Territory) 1837-1841, 1837-07-01

Correspondence of the New York Daily Express
ALL SAINTS AND ALL SOULS DAY AT PARIS.
Come to thy home, beloved!
The mists they are thick, remember;
We've no autumn's mellow sun,
1t is duh and drear November,
And thyway weary one,
Come to thy home beloved!
Songs of the Seasons
PARIS, 1887.
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In the good old times of Louis XIV, when kings
had confessors as well testers, and when prince
was not good one who was not on excellent terms
with the Jesuits, there lived worthy man called
PEREZ or Father La CMAisE. And in those good
old times for absolute, expensive and dissolu,e
kings, there existed Jesuit house, seminary, col
lege, monastery, call it which you wilton the east
of Paris, well placed, well sheltered. and well sur.
rounded, to which the said monarch appointed his
conessor i'll 1878, as superior of the establishment
But in later times, when Jcsuts became less popu-
lar, and when their order was suppressed, the Mai
son da Mont LOUIS for so the Jesuit house was
called, was sold by Decree dated 1863 to nav the
creditors of the community-and the name of sRe-
re la Caise' was substituted for that of Mont Lou
is The old gardens and orchards, pleasure grounds
and promenades OF this once religious spot, became
invaded by the humble citizens and the laity of
Paris; and after various mutations, to which all
human things are subject, it was perfect, it was
purchased by the Perfect of the Department of the
Seine, to be converted into n cemetry. With
the former shrubs and fruit trees of the ancient
grounds of Pere la Ctaise, were mingled expresses
and weeping willows --and Broquiart, whose name
we are bound to preserve, awaited himself of all that
existed of the former Jesuit colony, which could be
subservient to the establishment of this re-
ceptacle of the clay tenements of departed spirits
In the pretty month of May, in 1904, when the
budding roses were smiling beauteously on their
stems-when the lilies are sliltng love- on each
bush and tree-and when nature was rising bright
ly from the darkness and WEAKNESS of winters
gloom, the first corpse was then buried in the then
newly consscrated cemetry of Pere lie Chaise. /
am very glad they chose the month of May for that
purpose ;-and l delight 10 associate in my mind
the fact, that as the spring time of May succeeds to
the death and gloom of winter-so the resurrection
OF the just shall succeed to the long night and dark
ness of the cold, cold grave. And il was good
md a. wise thing, aye aaa cheerful and Joyous
9le sseo wbish She founders u siss beautiful GEM
seky did, whAd Akthe entrance Ii thfs abode of the
dad they iascsihed orcrtte ca "a, and
ieft sldes assfesissese- pass asof Holy Writ:
II know that my Redeem ii isyss, All 80 Ia.
shall stand al the latter day shs &.
Il am the resurrection and the life he Stbatabe-
lieveth i'll me, though he were dead, yet shall he
live.'
Spes ilorum
lmmortaliate
Pena est. Book of Wisdom, III, 5,
To this beautiful cemetry your readers must ac-
company to-day. l visited it on All Saints
Day. Perhaps third part of the population of
Paris did the same thing. 1t is pous ceremony
at the commencement of long winter. 1t is
catholic festival from which shall not dissent
Ii is a wise breathing time in the midst of the
breathless pursuit after pleasure, folly, and ambi-
ton of this worlds votaries.
Beneath these rugged elms, that yew trees shade,
Where heavs the turf in many mould,rng heap,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid
The rude lorefather's of the hamlet deep.
Yes, ii is good and wise-useful and pious---
thus to hold communion with the dead !; and he who
resolved first on planting flowers and shrubs over the
grave of his friend, must have been kind, and
cannot but think, a good man.
Well then, on sAll Saints Day. the gay, the vol
attire, the thoughtless the inconsiderate Parsians
visit the graves of their friends, the mausoleums of
departed goodness Or greatness the sepuchral chap
els and funeral vaults of the Paris cemeteries, and
sprinkle fresh fowers--liang up new garlands--plant
new tfees---deposit new plants---on the graves of
those who have preceded them, and whose virtues
Claimed their respect, their gratitude or their az
lection. But as could not visit all the cemeteries
in one day, preferred that of Pere La Chaise---
ana you must imagine yourselves with me i'll this
blooming ccmetry of the dead.
Yonder trips little urchin by the side of his
manly, but sdejected father. What has he in his
hand! 1t is a wreath of in,n,orteUcs, Poor fell
low, he is about to place it OH the grave of his mo-
Their. His father leads him there. The younpster
is unconscious of the vastness of his oss---bnt he
will know it hereafter! Let follow them a,
distance, and watch their movements The grave
is behind the chapel. 1t is surrounded with yoses
and myrtes. A plain white slab marks her name
--her age only twenty-four. She has been dead
two years-she was VIRGINIE,'--and her husband
kneels on the grouud. Halowed monuments of sad
recollection and of departed joys! will not dis
turb the solitude OF your grief. The child plucks
the daisies which grow on the grave of his mother
All 'tis thus that new generation dances on the
graves of its ancestors!
Yonder walks mournfully and sadly, and with
head reclining OH hel bosom, and with black veil
hiding every feature from observation, youthful
form with all aged step. She is widow.
sFor him no more the blazing heath shall burn
Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
Nochidren run to lisp theirsire's return.
Or climb his knee the envied kiss to share,
She winds her silent way, she hopes miperceived,
for she holds companion only with her God, and
WIN ule spirit OF her departed husoand--io the
grave of all her hopes, and to the depository of all
her wishes. There are no roses there! She has
planted the cypress alone--and but one, which she
vets with her tears, and renders as perennial as
her soffow. Look she kissesthe ground. 1t is a
fact. The very ashes Of the departed are conse-
Grated to her. she has erected no stored urn, nor
animated bust. No trophies are raised by her over
his tomb -
Far from the maddening crowds ignoblc strife,
'Thsir sober wishes neverIearned TO stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
They kept The noiseless tenor of their way'
There ia a nla;n LI.cL marble ynnnument M,