The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1849-03-30
From the Western Literary Emporium.
Ma Pauyre File.

"uh thou hast oped sluce was long shut up,
And let Il food OF grief in.
Friend. tell thee,
did once lose daughter ''--BEArMoSr AND
FLETCHER,
We too maunc fyuc to anc land ofbhsse,
To anc land ofholy sienlnesse. MAJOR OF TN
Moor
was stranger in a strange land. No
heart in tina, populous city lay close TO mine:
and, weary of contemplating the restless
flow Of life in whose pulSations ] felt no
interest, had turned aside into sanctuary
of the dead. have passion for grave
yard. always enter, for love to com.
mune very solidarity with the sad, vague
thoughts that weliup from my very hearts
depths as ! stroll along the aises Of the 81
lent congregation. Oh the gravel the
grave! Why should il ever he an object Of
loathinr TO the human race: Is it not the
peaceful home Of the sorrow ful, the tried,
the sin-sick? Is it no, that blessed land OF
promise, where .'the wicked cease from
troubling. and the weary are a rest ~ HUI
mankind! 90 thither and mediate. If the
world for you has lost its brightnesS-ift the
rainbow spans not the cloud-if your love
or your hope has perished--if your hate g.
ven hath lain down with corruption. GO
for you are an heir TO the same inheritance
you too must 90 down alone into the dark
houSe-you must mingle with the little hand
fuls Of earth which you have loved or ha-
ted, "dnst to dust.-ay! more; your white
shadow lip, must breathe its silent ''all hail
TO the mysterious company that dwell be-
yond the brotherhood Of Of paSSionless and
uncsSential ghosts. Go think Of il. and the
If,s
table preparation for that strange, lone
greeting
There is much to be learned in a grave.
yard. There are STREAMS running back
from such spot, directly to the heart Of the
living. There are thousand little evideu-
ces Of feeling heart, in the simple and
touching decorations of the ''place Of graves
Cold and enSeled must be that soul, which
will suiler The ,ombs Of his kindred to be
trampled over by the brutes that perish.
There is no test Of love, but remembrance
and gifts are its tokens. The true heart will
offer something TO the memery Of those it
lOve2-ii will not. at least. suffer the finger
of DETACHMENT TO blur all that is left to il Of
what once was lovely. ! would not wish
to be so invidlous as to point out neglected
graves, though they be almost Within q
stones throw. only add, thatthe broken
railing, the topping headstone, the unador.
ned sod, must beget, III any sensitive heart,
feelings of aversion towards a community
in which they are found, and of utter re-
pugnance TO final resting place it, the midst
Oh, death! death! death! though thou
art very dreadful-thoueh thou changes,
the rountenance. and hushest the voice. We,
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mock thee at the very foot Of thy throne.
when we steal into thy dark dominion
Irvine the amaranth where thou hast trailed
the ivy--removc the moss out the quantity
cervcd letters. aud make the prison house
where thou watchest cur companions, look
bright and pleasant. 1t is then we fall, as
it were, in love with thy gloomy sccptre,
AND almost in sight ot those thou hast al
ready smiteu, grasp the hem Of thy rccc-
ding garment, aud cry to thee, "Spcctrc,
lead on ~
| said | had turned aside into cemetery
II was n curious ouc-such a one rs | new
had seen before. The repositories for the
dead were built above the ground, and on
the Theoretically sealed tablets, in front
were sculp,orcd the names and ages of the
deceased. They were all solid, and looked
as ifthey might stand for ages-all but ore
| ven,ured To look into that, but saw nuth
Ing. The inhabl,ant had fled. There was
no effort at SNOWFALL was SIMPLE, neat, aud
touching. Flowers, some faded, some fresh
were placsd in rude reccptaclcs, on n pro
lection before most Of the vaults. and owe,
some, vines twincd gracefully, aud delicate
buds hung with hearts full! OF perfume, cloSt
against the scnIp,orcd names of the depart
| ed learned il isa custom for the friends
of the sleepcrs to assemble annually, al,
renew these touching and simple memorials
Holy, holy, are such heartfelt duties.-
What il those friends are beyond the rcacl
Of our sympathieS? Will this cheek thu
flow of our grief, or mitigate the pain OF on
anguish? Senselcss paradox! And a
there is no,hihing unmanly in sorrow 70
the de al, so there can be no aIlecta,ion /,
lavishing our heart.s,ore upon their ashes
True. too often, the pomp, the circumS,anc,
the emblazonry of the burial of the tomb
SAVIOR more of pride than ofrcgrei, an,
there is little commences in the "cold con
cciis of ,cuIptored marbe;' yet ell this i
easily distinguished iiom that sincere an
beautiful sorrow which leads the mourIe
to lavish the tcndorcst gifts upon the rcs,in
place Of the being he loved, and to decora
il os,entatiously wi,h,he simple and delicat
OFFERINGS of flowers, Nor does il make an