The Yazoo City Whig. [volume] (Yazoo, Miss.) 1844-1851, 1845-05-30
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Tale OfJer1IsaIena.

Earth, this huge clOd over which we
tread, enwraps the lost outlines, the mixed |
remains, of myriads of hnmsn forms that
were cnce as we are now. Nor is the truth
a stale one, old as il NAV be- Also, is IT a
beautiful and solemn truth. Those buried
men and women lived and loved wrought
and grieved, like us;-had their crimes and
their agonies, as the living now have
Death came to their dwelling and struck
down those for whom ,feciiun was strong
Anger and hale and pride. three wicked MN.
listers al unhappiness, cid SWAY over them;
love and charity, too, stole into lheiI
hearts. and found home. And thus thew
were, and thus they passed away. o earth!
huge yard OF humanity il the brown pail I'M
der which are hidden the things OF old ages
I-Of ancient generaIions--of the men who
have been folded in Thy recesses when thy
self was in the earlier life-if that far
stretching pail could be removed, what eye
might look unquailed on the awful woD-
ders o: The scene! Let me go to times aud
people away in the twilight Of years past.
lit is the pens prerogauve TO roll back The
Icurains Of centuries that can have a real
.exislence no more, and make them live in
lfciions-pleasng thus, and happy, fostering
thoughts VIII Ch the mOralIsl would smile
upon. Such are among the sweetest rewards
o us humble bookmen, whose spur comes
in the hope tbal we may gain, not alone for
our frail paragraphs, some passing thought
O: friendlness 10 ourselves, from portion
of that outer world we love so well. VERY
beauteous was the coming of the sun, one
day over the cities of Judah. The tops Of
THE noun aims, which received his first warm
kisses. smiled down upon each neiehbor
ing valley; and the lsraelles and daIk-eyed
women went forth on their tasks with cheer
lu hearts. The dewy grass, and the olive
trees, glitiered as with countless diamonds
All nature was glad like a laughing infant
But in a street in the city of Main stood
the house Of tears-the house of the widow
> Unni, whose son the proceeding night. had
been foTsaken by the angels Of life, and
now lay cold corpse IN The inner chamber
And there came young Jewish maid, ear
ly in the morning, and went into the cham
her. Her cheeks, as she walked through
the fresh air, were like The roses of lhC
plains of Sharon; but when she passed thu
portals, and entered, and saw the dead man
her face imaged The color Of ashes, the EN-
blem OF morning and decay. The maid wa
Ear, the beloved of Shirgal, the widows son
Her mission was TO inquire about his illness
ID she found il ended Noon came:-ihe D. G
re paralions for the burial bad been made, AN
ere the daylight should close, the youth wa
to be put in his sepuIchre, without The wal
n. of The town. He looked beautiful in h
e. manly proportions. even in deaih The cur
m of bis heir were drawn back from his for,
ISL head, and linen bandage had been passe
undeI his chin, and Tied around his fac,
And on one side stood his mother. and Q
j. The other side Ear, his beloved. Unni wep
and rent the air With shrieks of agony; bl
The maid was silent and fearless. Twen
years Shirval had lived in his native cit,
and il was known that his mother, to who
e. he was ever obedient. leaned on him
70. the siaf of her declining age. Fle was h
on only child. 20, God Of Judgment erie
}. Unni, "What am ! that lhon hast Athlete
mo lhusw And her gray hairs we're boz
ed TO the ground, and she would not =
tis ceiVe consolation. So az the young man
body lay there, the day still waned, Al