The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1846-09-12

family, by Seth Barton, esq, the well-known So
lieitor of the Treasury, by citizens from thirteen
States, by agreeable representatives Of the north,
the District Of Columbia, and numerous delegs-
ton of the Old Domnion-in fact, by the talent and
beauty of various quarters of the Union. The UNI
common excellence of the accommodations, and the
elegant hotel and convenient cabins with which is
furnished situated as it is in most fertile and beau
tfu region with the noble peaks of the distant Blue
Ridge skrting the horizon, contributed to the CON-
fort whilst they gratifed the taste, of its numerous
visters. The tournament of Friday last, with the
fancy ball of the same night, and the fine band Of
music from Washington, all assisted in passing of
the time in the most agreeable manner
But Joy was not the only sentiment of the scene
Death, which reads every inch Of the habltable
globe, and knocks alike at the door of the magnh'
cent palace and the humble hovel, was there also
to cast its temporary gloom over the whole. Death
threw his dart at one interesting victim, and 'ht
sympathy of the whole society was excited by the
visitation. II was there, on Tuesday night, the
3lst ultmo, that Mrs. Zantzinger the interesting
wife of Captain L., of the navy of the United States
breathed her last. And it was there that the Rev
Mr.. McPhail and the Rev. Mr.. Pendleton admin
istered the holy Offices Of religion over her remains
And it there that the muse of poetry poured
forth her affecting inspirations in the following
beautiful and touching lines;
LINES ON THE DEATH OF MRS ZANTZlNGER,
Farewell to the blessed one meek spirit OF Heaven!
Once lovely in brdal-now sainted In tomb
Was partner mother gentle e'er given
To hallow lies blessings, or tighten Its gloom.
o. bright as the bud Of the parterre or bower.
ThouS glidsd through life Till the sPoler drew near
And cut short Of meridian, the matronly flower,
And moved its projections and laid them all dreaT.
Ofues how endearing,-this stroke has bereft u.s.
Yet when boating on all OF thy goodness and love
How hard to believe that thy spirit has left US.
And now battles in ETHEREAL glories above!
And o! when thy last racking torments were over
And in sable array, came the shroud and the pail,
Who but ielt that thy spirit around there did hover
And cast its benignant caresses on all'
Far away thou hast gone, into angels kind keeping,
Thoult return to thy earthly enthrBlmen more,
Yet the tears which thy kindred literally weeping
shall long this affecting bereavement deplOre.
And he thy forlorn one! " in he cease to cherish
The tenderest remembrance his heart ever knew
No, fame wealth life, honor sooner shall perish,
Than his hsIowed affections shall wander IRON you
And She too, the beautiful! thus in her dawning
To be torn from her mother-how dismalS the tale
who that heard-can forget her terrible warning,
shrieking out upon midnight her coronach vail
There stand they above thee in embems Of sorrow,
At the shrek ofthe baSt,see the sable Plumes wave!
Their eyes dim with weePng-were glazed in wild hor
Til in desolate Iovelness-they food thy green grave
o, If from thy radiant Eden OF Glory
Thou eanst look this eaThspOt Of anguish and pain
Let them know thou art there! through thy marvellous
And tell them they n meet thee in Heaven again!