The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1843-11-24

hosa awoKe from her heavy sleep. Mr..
aud Mrs. Osborne bent earnestly forward
10 catch the low murmur of her lips. Her
words were broken and ndisiinct, bu, they
knew that she spake Of the blessedness Of
tina; land, where friends meet TO part no
more, and where sorrow aud signing fee
away. She became silent, and they saw il
was death that had hushed her voice. Mrs.
Oiborne and the boys covered their faces
and wept; bu, Mr.. Osborne, as he turned
his eyes toward heaven, now glowing with
the first beams Of the day, said, in low,
yet unialtering voice, the Lord gave, and
the Lord hath taken away blessed be the
name of the Lord
Ill the next day, they watched beside
their dead. Her shroud was carefully ar.
ranged by the mothers hands, and her long
golden tress which used TO spor, with every
breath Of wind, we're parted on her cold
forehead. and lay mo'ioness amid its snowy
folds. Robert and james gathered violets
and wild ho~ers-which they knew she al.
ways loved, and then placed them upon her
bosom.
The twilight shadows began TO gather.
A grave had been dug in the shade Of the
largest and most beautiful Of the trees, aud
amld whose branches birds were now sing.
ing their evening song. They knew that
the time had come for them to commit her
to the dust, aud kneeling down BY the bier,
woven Of green boughs, MIR. Osborne Of
feted upa prayer, lervent and humble
hear, thrilling. ye, full Of trust. When
they arose, they Eel. strengthened for their
mourniul task. They pluced her gently in
the grave they had prepared, looked upon
her for tho las, time, and then all but the
father turned evay, for they could not bear
20 see The earth fall upon tue sweet face
that had so often smiled upon them, and
which was beautiful even in death. MIR.
Osborne leaned for icw minutes on his
spade, and then brea,hed silent prayer,
tha, he nigh, not shrink from this last Try
ing duty, which he Owed to the dead.
By the time the grave was closed, and
covered with the fresh green sods, dayligh,
had entirely faded. All was calm and 81
lent. Even the voice Of the winds was
hushed, yet, as they sat together By the
spot where they had lain their poor Rosa,
o floating whisper, such os is heard only
in the deep hush Of the evening or night,
time, seemed TO come 10 them like low and
distant music. None spoke, ye, It fell Cd
the hearts Of all with deep soothing pow
er. II appeared to them like the echo Of
spirit voices, singing some sweet hymns,
such q one as Rosa used 10 love TO breathe
with her clear musical voice on still Sab.
bath evening in summer.
The morning rose bright and balmy, and
Mr.. Osborne, with the assistance Of bis
family, having enclosed the grave with
logs, prepared the day before, mentioned
that 1t was t;mo for them 10 pursue their
journey. Every thing being ready for
their departure, they looked on the grave
Cor the lasl time, and wept.
! When they arrived al the spot destined
/ TO be their future home, Mrs. OSborne's
/ first care was to perform the request Of
Rosa and write to Edgar Ashton. The
4 letter aud the ring werc entrusted TO the
care Of q gentleman abou, TO commence a
Journey, which would lead near the young
mans home, and he promised 10 deliver
them with his own hand. He wrote an i'm.
mediate answer, for il was consolation TO
pour out his heart 10 those whom he knew
would give him their sympathy.
a thousand thanks said he, towards
the conclusion of the letter, for the faith.
lul description you gave me of the spot
where you made her grave. II is present
TO my mind in the still evening, and in the
deep night. II will ever be the dearest
spot 10 me on the earth, and | hope that
shall soon be able 10 behold 1t. Aud this
dearest hope mos! fondly cherish.
number Of years afterwards, as ,rav.
eller from ono Of the New England States,
was riding in company with native son Of
tho forest, he at little distance observed
a small spot Of ground enclosed with logs.
inqulring of the Indian IFS design, he rela
ted to him the incidents on which the FORE
: going sketch is founded. With feelings
deeply touched aud interested al the idea
that young and beautiful girl was repos.
ing alone, in the wilderness, far from kin
dred and friends, be drew near the encos
ure. A wild rose tree, together with the
sensitive plant, had taken root on her grave
and we're growing in rich luxuriance-ap'
propriate emblems Of the beauty and mod
, est virtues Of her who slept beneath.
A REPEALERS SOLILOQuY.
One OF Daniel O'Connell's repeaIers, Q
genuine son OF the green lsle, was passing
Sa~Charles Street las; Tuesday and wher
. Immediately opposite our office, he paused
folded his arms and after gazing intently
/ for a moment OF the words The Tropic,