Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-08-19
Whole No. S G5.

II is hard that she should thus early be
transplanted to heaven; the dews viii
rest gently upon her grave, and the sweet
flowers blossom upon the sod beneath
which she sleeps, Her grave is here
amid all the beautiful scenery which she
so enthusiastically loved, and which she
had often earnestly urged me to come
and enjoy with her. The promise had
frequently been made, and at last have
come, but the angel has scared to heav-
en- / stand by her grave, but the spir-
II is not here to hold sweet communion
with me 1t has passed to paradise,
away from the contentious and blighlng
winds of this cold and unsympalhizing
world
Her earlier and happy years were oil
passed in Newport, where her father,
Major Lomax, was stationed, aud she ev-
Ter looked back to that place with feel
ings of the strongest attachment. In her
last letter to me, written short time be-
fore her death, which took place in May
last, she says, do you know that some-
times in the lassitude of ill-health,
dream day-dreams, and the favorite one
which longest " haunts my heart" is lha,
of pilgrimage alone to the scenes ofmy
youngest memories pilgrimage roth
shine of remembrance by one who ha3
never forgotten. would make it, no.
in the gay summer, when strangers pro.
fame my visions holy ground, but in au.
tumn, when the voice Of merrment i,
silent, and nature speaks in sympathy to
he soul that is picturng the past"
ALI yes, autumn was indeed fitting
season for thy beauvtul reilectlons its
Isombre hues will soon rest gently OH thy
grave, and IFS murmuring breeze vain
softly echo thy requiem. No longer wilt
thou admire its bewitching cnchantmen',
and revel in the luxuries of the resplcn
dent beauty Of nature thine eyes have
closed on the scene, and thy body rests
far from the land OF thy childhood's days,
but a pilgrim from there stands by thee
now, and invokes the smile of thine an
gel face. Thou brightest 6illiiment Of
woman's perfection, bid thee a kind ANA
allcctlonate farewell When ] come a.
gain to greet thee, no disappointment
will hover around my brow, for it will b.
in the beautiful groves of the paradise OF
God, where the melody of angels alone is
heard, when they attunc their harps III
spiritual harmony!
She died at most appropriate season,
Just as the bright and iragran, flowers
were opening their petals to heaven, anc
offering to the God of nature the incense
Of sinless beauty. Her gentle and deli
cate form survived she cold storms and
bleak winds Of winter, which pierce even
the rugged but when the mild Zcphyrs
of spring came, laden with the perfumes
of the orient South, to cheer the faint
hearted and revive the droopmg Invalid.
the calm but paid check with iss hcc-
tic flush, and the more than natural bril-
liancy of the eye, told but too Ieariully
to anxious friends tina, death had im-
movcably fixed his signct upon her polish
cd brow. In her own beautiful language,
written of another
she fingered ill the roses cane,
Then with the roses died
All, never can the place he Ilcd
Now vacant by our side
But she hath foLnd the brighter load,
Where flowers DO never fade;
Oh, not for spirits pure aS hers,
This world of ours was made -
Her heart had become familiar with
sorrow, for the Reaper had often gath
cred treasures from the family side but
one short year had rolled away, since
beloved sister was laid in the tomb, in
all her youth and beauty.
Grief had long since spiri,uahxed the
character Of my departed friend, and she
endured Gods severe affections with
subdued spirit, believing that, in the in
Gnitude of his wisdom, il was all well
and wisely ordered. Directly after her
last bereavement, she says, in letter to
me, alludlng TO the subject, -" | wonder
how the heart can endure So much, and
yet live on"
Indeed it is n mystery! One that the
superficial wisdom of man cannot solve
We pass the years of our childhood and
early youth together, in the sweet enjoy
ment ol all that the heart can desire, and
the fullest and warmcst interchange oi