The Yazoo Democrat. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-06-04

mitted acts which when they had travelled
abroad, were charged to thewhOle cOmmu
nifty. No paperin chronicling, "anotheI
bloody duel, another terrible murder, an
other negro whipped to death, another man
lynched in the south" thought one mOment
that nine out of ten Of these bloody acts
never occurred, and that the tenth was gen.
orally done by gambler, drInkard or thiel
from the north. But Clayton knew this,
and he found there, men asswarm hearted
and as high minded, men that dreaded the
shedding of human blood, except when pre-
servation might require it asin any country,
he found the majority Of the people as ex-
emplary in their department as any of the
same number in the north, and though their
forms were worn and rugged, and their
houses log huts, yet their hearts Heamed
with hospitality and benevolence, no one
could say that he applied in distress to a
southerner, and was refused.
Time fed on apace, and parson Clayton
knit closer every day the ties which bound
him TO his Pensioners, they loved him, that
he should have left his home and all its
comforts, and come out there in the ywamps
to teach them the love of God, requiring
no recompense, save their good.
Time fed apace; the summer months
came on, the fever plague was in Urbana,
and soon the sound of the tolling funeral
bell, mingled with the mumer Of the for
est trees, fearfully FAST were the inhabi-
tants stricken down and hurried to the
grave.
The Minister and his wife were the good
angels that awaited on the scene, they ten
ded the sick, and consoled the dying, and
often at midnight female form could be
seen passing from one infected house to the
other, it was the Minister'S wife. At length
they were stricken down, and soon it was
evident they could not survive, and that they
were destined never again to see their
childhoods home, or listen to the voice Of
their former friends.
'4was the dying hour Of q sulnmeF'sday
the toIling Of the funeral bell arose mourn
fully upon the ear. From the reedy brakes
Of the Loosa Chitta came the plaintive
sound of the Whippoorwill, and the waters
as they spedon theirway, seemedto breathe
but of death. The summer wind had
sought me, and poured through the cham
Der where the pair lay, sound which well
/ recognised as a requiem for departing
mortal. have looked on death in many
shapes, / have seen the strong man as a
mighty ship, 60 down terrible in his de-
structiOn; have heard the last feeble wall
Of departing childhood, / have felt the warm
life blood Of noble youth upon my walls,
and have learnt to look with conPOsure on
my own time for death. But / cannot re-
cali that dying hour without showing that
walls as well as having ears hare hearts.
Locked IN the embrace Of each other,
the pair lay, both on the verge Of the grave,
YET, evincing no fear. sustained BY their re-
ligiOn and ndying love, they we're prePar-
dto tread the darksOme paths q the char
mel house with unfaltering steps. Again
the low requiem sped thrOughny chamber.
and as It died away in a soft melOdiOus
whisper, / saw that death was within my
walls, their spirits had passed away from
earth.
sAnd sof.iy fair, with fading light,
The calm sweet summer even
LOok'd IN upon the scene Of blight,
Whence thoss twin spirits took their aigts
On social wing for heaven"
aDust TO dusi," their forms were borne
away, and / saw them no more.
On, on sped the fever plague, until bui
/ few Of the inhabitants were lof alive, and
they with feeble steps leia their homes for a
spot where the pestilenee was not, but died
ere they reached the hills that encompass
ed he town, and Urbana was a city Of the
dead.
A gentleman, while in church, intending
n scrafch his bead, IN mental absence,