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

is pale and CHASTITY. She must be a wear youny-
en- She has garland of flowers They are au-
tomn flowers, and look but sickly pale perishing
Inowers'-they are emblems of herself! The third
Is BOY OF twelve years of age; and the fourth
little girl who looks about ten. They are all
SAD and serious; but the round chubby looks of the
boy form strange contrast with the withered form
OF ms pale and ghastly sister. She says, next wear
you will bring garland for me-
Inns is too much even fo the lighthear and light
step OF her orphan brother and they all weep. each
before they arrive at the grave their parents To
the cholera district of this burial garden. thew
wend theirway. Their sad story is soon told. In
those irIghtful days when death stalked with hide
GUS strides in the capital of France, their father
ana mo 2a were both torn from them, in few
hours Their old guide to the tomb of their parents
was the faithful domestic ofthe family She receiv-
ca the last signs, and wiped away the last tears,
hrst OF the dying wife, and then of her departed
nusband.-Generous, noble, estimable creature.
Though no marble monument may record thy vir-
tues, they are not the less registered in heaven For
On some fond breast the parting oulrelies;
some rious drops the closing eye requires;
E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries {:
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires!
Shall continue my narrative! No. no-but
VIII conduct you to the national or popular lnonu-
ments OF this beauteous and interesting cemetry
One OF the most picturesque and interesting is
the tomb of AbelaId and Heloise. 1t consists of a
sepulchral chapel of gothic architecture formed out
ofhe ruins of the celebrated Abbey of the Paracls,
founded by Abelard, and ofwhch Heloise was the
first Abbess
The French Virgil has no other inscription on
his tomb, than
JACQUES De LILLE.
The Swiss protestant pastor Frederic Mestezart,
renOSeS side Inv al do wit bo1:o
in that ground which formerly belonged to some of
their most cruel prosecutors. Oh the power of time
and OF the revolutions which it brings in its train
Minister of Calvin reposes not far from that Cha
Tenton, where the reformed religion saw its tenn
pie demolished, and It's preacher prescribed! lie
reposes in that ground where bigotted Jesuit low
ed to mediate OH his plans Of intolerance and per.
secution.
Madame Cotton sleeps in peace! The warrior
OF fleurusank Marshal Messena near her tomb
ane sashes to ashes close their mighty deeds.
Ney, the murdered maryland Foy, the ever
regfgttar nsator and statesman, patriot and soldier
1.-THE Ahbe SittNA the great and good director of
saaes Sa,uss philasspssr, repo s within IN
;sseh other; ard Ctiyiar and Perier,
, ,,s one e Sne and iha rs'safeass
the mostly manly though lnfs~kSn atafesn,e, cltha
day are there waiting the gener:gi
| But how shall attempt to describe, The ron
effect of this splendid and attractive scene Il =
seated on the slope of hill. /, is surrous,s1eA ~
luxuriant valleys Or by rising grounds. II CONF
mands an extensive view of a picturesque and
glowing landscape. 1t is ever grcen-ever Aowe-
ry-and ever far-The number and beauty OF
the monuments are certainly somewhat surprising,
Some of them Of large dimensions and elegant a r
chitecture, are in the form Of temples, sepulchral
chapels, funeral vaults, pyramids and obelisks:
others present cippi, columns, affairs, urns, and
tombs of diversified forms variously oman ented !.
many are surrounded by Enclosures of wood or
iron, within which planted flowers and shrubs
and near these arc benches, TO which kindred
and friends retire, there to hold communion with
the dead, and 10 give vent to feelings of affection
and grief
And then OIL |Ail Saints Day, when the multi
tude repair TO keep sholy-day' amid the ashes of
the departed, how beautiful is the scene! The
young and the aged, the rich and poor, the learned
and the uninst ructed, all meet together over the
common receptacle of all, and recognize by one
national act that sdust they are, and unto dust
they shall return!'
But the shades of evening are drawing in--lhe
curtain ofnght is folding aSolnd U.s. y
sThe curfew tolls the knelI fparting day,
| The lowing herd winds slowly DER tho lea; 4
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to mes
so we must leave the scene of our monmful but
profitable sojourn-and you must pass over a few
hours and imagine yourselves with me the next
morning, on All Souls Day!
AS All Saints Day is the fete day of the bodies
of the departed-All Souls Day is the fete of tho
souls of the dead! All Saints Day is the fete Of
the resunecton-All Souls Day is the fete of inn
mortality! There is something very beautiful in
this Climax, and though no one can be possibly
more opposed from principle and conviction, THAI
/ / am to tho errors Of the Church of Rome, yet
l must at least concede the merit of beauty,
picturesque effect and captivating illusion to the
ceremonies of the Romish religion, and it seems
to me a great pity that the errors of All Souls Day
cannot be separated from its uses and benefits; for
surely ono day in the year spent fin the considera-
ton of the character and destiny Of the soul Of
man, and in meditations on the examples and vir-
tues, both private and public, of the departed,
would be no bad employment Of SO small portion
Of each revolving year.
| AT the break of day all the bells Of Paris are
set in movement. All the varied intonations of
the multitudpous bclfres Of the capital fall upon
the ear-and il is on such morning as this that
the lovers Of real harmony should follow the advice
of Victor Hugo, in his Notre Dame do Paris, and
ascend some eminence to catch the tone of this
concert of bell music. Scarcely has the sun shed
his first beams over the streets and alleys Of the
metropolis, and long before the asles of the chur-
ches are cleared Of that nistiness which is always
to be observed hanging about great buildings at
break Of day, than all the chairs and benches are
bcsicgod by a Catholic community como to be
present at the masses for the dead.
And now we are standing in the cathedral of
the capital, beneath the splendid organ Of Notre
Dame. The altar is hung with black! The
great doors of the church are thrown open! The
multitude throngs from all pats. Every sort of at
tire and costume, from the ;ags Of the Ee6onier'
to the highest caps and silver pins Of the Norman
dy and other peasants, meet your eye; and whilst
| standing amazed at this influx Of the Partisan
population, tho bell rings-the mass commences
the organ peals--the Host is raised, the devout
auditofy PROSTATE themselves before this symbol OF
! the cross-and for moment you involuntarily