Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1843-10-14
From the Greencastls Patriot.
Death scene and the Burial.


APP'oacnus me nouse o. s'IH'sSS' neoIo 'ne
tones oi music. stopped 10 listen. sweet 'o'
ces were tuned IN cheeriui MELODY IN song q
triumph va entering me Iooh', iounu M sen
IN the presence OF large NUMBER oil the good
and The kindhearted. mere was the Ga man
with SILVER hairs, the young man OF matured
strength, and the child with lettering steps And
woman 100, was thefei-"ohah, Me ohhIhs
angel OF mercy, who never tails to be where
scenes OF sorro" requires their presence In the
midst OF all, lay the SICK man, stretched on ms
bed, from which he may never tlae again mere
he lies, man IN the PRIME OF maturity oldaee
has not yet touched ms temples WIN het frosty
hngers nus eye was not Nct elm' hcr ms hat
urai torce abaied ifanored, respected, heo'cd'
surrounded by scenes OF beauty painted by ma
lures own hand ana happy IN 'he affections o.
the dear that cluster around his new m6de
home, he had much to bind his heart 10 lie Yet
he must die.
.sIl,c,c,1, ,ol1,,s Of ao,7,r. .. -l,rc,.
Jxor: neeue harnn alas coils arborum
Tie. prefer inyisas cupressos,
TIA eIeHem dom'hdm seqne'eT.
Through the open window he gazes once again
on The clear sky the green leaves trembling in
The summer breeze and the grass which "above
him shall grow IN It's next verdure." Beautiful
as is the world he turns from il, and casts his dy
ing ewes to the dear ones around his bed; the
wife Of his bosom-the children Of his heart. Ia
a voice clear and .eet and IN words choice and
beautiful as pact ever dreamed OF, he bids them
ole bv on. an afIectiouate long, a final fore~
wcll.-Then he called to his bedside nelghbor
after ueiohbor and while tears fall thick ana fas IT
from every eye, pronounces, with irdscribablo,
eloquence. the last adleu. Then with his hnger,
on which the chill Of death had already fallen, he
points upward and begins 10 talk of heaven and
glory aud eternal life. What brilliant thoughts
sparkl ed forth from tina, undying mind-what
burning words fell from those dying lips. Happy
were those who listened TO those blessed words.
Tell not OF the bard, whose dying fingers pennod
the reQuium, which has thrilled through so many
hearts Tell not of the bird whose diving notes
fail swee,er on tho ear. Than ever did his living
ones. bn, come and listen to the mellow tones Of
tina, spirit voice. and treasure up the thrilling
thoughts which are flowing forth from the deep
fo,,,.;,s IF tho soaI Of tho 4 = inn man
Iwas midnipht when the deem slow sad tones
of tho mutfled bell floating along the STILL clear
air 10 my rural cottage, reused me from my sIum-
bers, and told me all was over. Well did know
what it meant IL was the sound of deaih-the
knell of the departed. Throwing open my vim
dow, looked out on the calm, serene night. All
was silent, except the melancholy voice Of the
toIlno bell | looked upon the stars They were
no,rinp down from their cxhaustless fountains a
e,reem If clear and mellow lipht There was
ORR, and his hand. Arc,urus with his sons md
The PIeiades with heir swee, influences. looking
down ON the Sleeping earth. Where now is the
spirlt of that good man? Mounts il among those
shining worlds escorted by procession of angels
marching 10 the music OF the sphefest
Tho morning ia wned brioht and beautiful. but
-, - .La.,e,,o,, .,o,,J n. ho,s, re- doc IN
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Inc noonuay euh pouieu uo"h 10 noes oS"'"
but moved not the fountains Oh lie, winch oehsi
coDoeaied Again the deep sound OF that mourn
ing bell fell on the ear. With measured steps, ant
slow we moved on TO the place where rest the
dead. The coffin is lowered TO its moveless bed
With sounds heavy and doll, The clods fall on it,
Then the man OF God; the man who seldom
speaks but he breaks up the deep fountains oil the