Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1850-07-04

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received from Gov King, for Geo. J
Lansjown, convicted of the murder of
Capt. Howard in September last, This
pardon was unconditional and he was i'm
medialely set at liberty. Pleading nsolv-
ency, he was released from the payment
Of the cosls Of The prosecution. Lansdown
is undoubtedly indebted TO his wife, who
interceded with the Governor for her huss
bands life. He has since refused to live
with her.
The deceased, it will be remembered,
was sho, while talking to Lansdown's wife
in furniture store in iha, city.
THE GRAVE or THOSE WE LovE.-The
grave is the ordeal Of true affect'on. II is
there the divine passion Of the soul mani
tests It's superiority to the instructive i'm
pulse OF mere animal attachment. The lat
ter must be continually refreshed and kept
alive by the presence Of its object but the
love tina! is seated in the soul can live on
long remembrance. The mere inclinations
of sense anguish and decline with the
charms that excited them, and turn with
shnddering and disgust from the dismal
precincts OF the tom5 but it is thence that
truly spiritual affection rises purified from
every sensual desire, and returns, like a
holy flame, to illumine and sanctlfy the
heart Of the survivor.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sor-
row from which we refuse to be divorced,
Every other wound we seek to heal-every
other affection TO forget but this wound
we consider it duty to keep open-,hs
affection we cherish and brood over in soll-
tude. Where is the mother who would
willingly forgeI the infant tina, perished
like a blossom from her arms, though every
recollection is pang Where is the
| child who would willingly forget the most
tender Of parents, though to remember, be
but to lament! Who, even in tie hour OF
agony, would forget the friend over whom
| ne w uO, t'CH "uCH 'O'ho 10
closing upon the remains of her he mos,
loved, wi hen he feels his heart as il were,
crushed in the closing of It's portal, would
accept OF consolation that must be bought
by forgetfulnessi No the love which
survives the tomb is one of the noblest at
tributes of the soul II il Las woes, it has
likewise It's delights and when the over
wheming burst OF grief is calmed into the
| gentle recoIlecti0n-when the sudden an
guish and the convulsive agony over the
l present ruins of all that we most loved, IS
sofiened away into pensiye meditation on
all that it was in the days of It's lovllness---
who would root out such sorrow from
the heart Though il may sometimes
throw a passing cloud over the bright hour
Of gae,y or spread deeper sadness over the
hour Of gloom, yet who would exchange
it even for the song o! pleasure, or the
burst Of revelry' No there is voice
from the tomb sweeter than song. There
is remembrance of the dead to which we
turn even from the charms of the living
Oh, the grave 1t buries every error
covers every defect, ex,nguishes every re-
sentiment From its peaceful bosom spring
none but fond regrets and tender recolec-
tons Who can look down upon the grave
even of an enemy, and not feel compunc-
/ tious thIob, that he should have warred
with the poor handful of earth that lies be-
| fore him.
Il Bu, the graves Of those we love-what
place for meditation There 1t is that
we call up in long review the whole his
tory of virtue and gen'leness, and the thou
sand endearmen,s ayished upon US almost
unheeded in the intercourse OF intimacy |;
there it is tina, The tenderness, the sol
emn, awful tenderness Of the parting scene
the bed of death with all It's sIlaed grief!
its noiseless attendance its mute, wa'chful
a.siduiiies the last testimonial OF explrI' g
love the feeble nuttering, thrilllng--oh
how thrilllng-pressure Of tho hand the
last fond look of the gazing eye, turning
upon US even from the threshold OF ehis-
tance tie faint faltering accents, s'rug-
Cling in death to give one more ASSURANCE
Of affection.
Ay, go to the grave Of buried love, and
mediate There settle the account with
,hy conscience for every past benefit unre'
Quilted, every past enjearment unregarded
of tina, departed being, who can never, new
er return to be so1lhed by the contritlon.
IL thou ar, child, and hast ever added
a sorrew to the soul, or a furrow to the sll'
yered brow of an alIectlonaie paren'-l
thou art a husband and hast ever caused
The bud bosom that ventured It's whole hap
piness in thy arms, TO doubt for one mo
mcmen, Of thy kindness or thy truth, !
thou art a friend that hast ever wronged, II
thought, or word, or deed, the sPlri. tina
generously conhded in ,hee-if thou art
III lover, and hast ever given one unmtr'ie'
pang to that true heart which now lies coI'
and still beneath thy feet, then be sure ina
every unkind look, every ungracious word
ayc,v oboentle actiun will cuIpe throne mi