Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-11-25

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when November baptises you with her cloud
have beenst there. s,ss
And winter, ia nsiamIner, in fall and
(spting, in calm on storm, iii sickness or
health, ip every change of this great play
|calledlife, does my heart 90 Out To- that
graveyard, as though part q s8aa already
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lgs Nor dol love -it the less, because OH
every blade of grass, in every flower that
wildly blooms there, you find written
"This soil is sacred from creeds. Here
rests the Indian and the white man; here
sleepin one sod, the Catholic, Presbyterian,
Quaker, Methodist, Lutheran, Mennonist,
Deist, lnfdel. Here, creeds forgotten, all
are, men and women again, and not one but
is simple child of God.'
This graveyard was established BY men
of all creeds, more then a century ago..
May that day be darkness, when creeds
shall enter this rude gate. Better had that
man never been born, who shall dare pol
lutte this soil with the earthly clamor of
sect. But on the man who shall repair
this wall, or keep this graveyard sacred
from the hoofs Of improvement, who shall
do his best to keep our old graveyard what
it is, on that man, be the blessings Of God;
may his daughters be virtuous and beauti-
full, his sons gifted and brave. In his last
hour, may the voices of angels sing hymns
to his passing SOUL If there was but one
flower in the world, would plant it on that
mans grave.
1t was in November, not in chill, gloomy
November, but in golden November, when
Paradise opens her window to us, and waits
the Indian summer over the land, that
came to the graveyard.
There was mellow softness in the air,
q golden glow upon the sky, rich, glossy,
gorgeous richness of foliage on the trees,
when | went in. 1t was in the afternoon.
The sun was half way down the sky. Eve.
rything was still. A religious silence
dwelt all about the graveyard.
and snow-white hair, sat on q grave. His
coat was strait and collarless, his ha. broad
in the rim. At once knew him for dis.
, ciple Of Saint William, the patron saint o
Pennsylvania. His eyes were fixed upon
something athis feet. | drew nigh, and
beheld two skeletons resting on the grass
, near q new made grave.
The old Quaker greeted me kindly, anc
! | sat down opposite on a grassy mound.
, The skeleton presented a strange, q mean.
ing sight. Around their crumbllng bones
S were futtering the remnants of soldiers
! uniform. Buttons, stamped with an eagle
pieces of the breast-belt, fragments of mil
itary boots -ah, sad relics of the fight o
:; Germantown The sunlight streamet
n slowly over their skulls, lighting up tn
hollow orbits, where once shone the eyes
e and over the bones of the hand, protrudin
from the crumbling uniform.
We sat for long while in silence.
IS At last the Quaker spoke. '"
ID 81 am trying to remember which
D. John and which is Jacob?" he said. =
!; "John?--Jacob?' - "
a "Truly so; for knew them well. wa
70 but D youth then--on the day Of the battle
thee minds2 The fourth of the tenth montl
y l777! Jacob was fine young man, wit
a light curly hair; he was married. job
s, wasdark-haired, something younger tina
u Jacob, but quite as good looking. The
le were both with Washington at Skippacl
m with him they came 10 the battle"-
10 "Ah! you remember the battleP'
re Gas well as if it happened last weel
no Didthee ever see small, one story hous
Id about halfway down Germantown, wi
y. l713 on its gablea Jacobs wife live
ds there. On the morning ofthe battle, abo
le ten clock, she was standing in the doc
no her babe resting on her bosom. TheI
%, was thick fog in the air. She was liste
y, ing to the firing. ! stood on the opposi
70 side, thinking what fine looking wife 81
lat was, for does thee mind, she was comely
la Her hair was glossy and brown; her ey
or dark. She was not very tall, but won
"a rous pleasant woman to look upon. AS
he stood Hooking at her, who should come ru
to ming down the road but jacob there, wi
ed this same uniform on, and gun in h
ny hand. lean see him yet and hear /
voice, as plain as now hear my own.
od "Hannah! Hannah!'' he cried, eve
at beat 'em!" And he ran towards her, al
eel she held the babe out to him, but Just at tn
yet moment he fell in the middle Of the roa
INT torn almost in two by o cannon ball,
ZEN some DEVILS work Of that kind. You
he man, it was very sad sight! TO see ii
.he poor Jacob, running TO kiss his wife a
on child, and just as the wife calls and the ba
.edI holds out its little hands -ah!"
The Quaker rubbed his eye, blaming I
re roadside dust for the tear that glimmol
Cd, There. ,y. tss
did "And John?" n A4ag
the aPoor Johnl We found him after 1
len battle in Cbew's field. Hewas quite do
lg-l look" Thee can see the bullet hole
al, his BRAIN"