Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1850-12-28
Words for the Heart.
II y DEATH or Mypn nornnn.

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4 yousask me Of my brother he was IN
lonly thing of earth / ever dondly, tral
1bNed. And who, knowing him, wou,
not do the same ? Though lin senior b
years, we loved and liveflas We wer
twins. Not one moments happiness coul
| | enjoy without his light form beside me
Ineither could he feel pleasure without me
see him still, with his pales pale face
his brow SO noble and intellectuaI--th,
majesty Of avgod sat there; his jet blacl
hair smoothly parted Ger his head, falling
away in silken .curls adown his brow ane
neck; his form, SO aerial-like, seemed no
for earth, but, like sweet and fragile
| flower, born to shed It's fragrance on
| the morning air, withered meath the sun,
eiiulgent beams, md, ere tile dews d
evening descend to refresh the world, i.
dead. O, well do remember thee my
poor brother!
taught him all [ knew, yet could not
teach him fast enough. The language oI
our own dear Columbia, the French, the
heaft-stifring Italian, thine, abused Poland,
and those of Greece and Rome of ancient
days, lle was fluent In. Ofour struggles in
tllsa caalse of liberty; of the great and vir-
tnous Washington; of Wallace, and Bruce;
aud, going further back in time, Tasso,
Tyeho, Bfahe,. Scion, Thucydides, and the
immortal Homer; of all these things and
men he knew, yet We'd for more. / had
travelled ill the scenes of triumph and de-
feat to Cesar, Marc Antony, Cato, Scipio,
and hannibal, and into his greedy ear did
lpour fofthlny knowledge of them. With
lis pale face aud bright eyes he would look
up into my face and say ,sDsaf brother,
yet little more---come. = Come my
dear brother; killed thee through my
teachings, and shall come to answer for
my cfiale.
But it is. of his death, his early death,
would speak 1t happenedin the autumn,
when The howers begin to droop their heads
and the trees their leaves, and on Gods
holy day, the Sabbath Ours was d beau
tlful cottage, on n face of a gently sloping
hill. The woodbine tWincd its wanton
foliage around our ow.roofed porch: roses
thrust themselves into the lattice and their
fragrance filled dear Charlie room. Away
from the foot of the hill stretched map.
nificent river, whose source was at the
setting sun. Away, still further beyond,
Were piled mountains, tier upon tier, like
glgantic steps up to the throne of Cod
The sun had not yet sunk, but was fast
Fastening to his goal in the West. Each
tree, each plant and flower stood motion
less in luxuriant rays of gold; the sun.
flower moved upon her stem to
--a Turn to her God as he set,
The same look that she turned when he rose. u
We had drawn poor Charles couch out
,n the sweet fresh CRASH before the porch,
II tho shade, III order thai he might ENJOY
.le magnificent landscape that lay below |
md beyond, and of which he was pas
'ionate lover. lie had been languishing
Ill day, and l thought the sweet and gentle |
'reeze might refresh him. knew he
vas happy as he sat in his couch, with |
his head resting on his hand, aud his own
peculiar smile on his lips.
"Dear brother, he said, ga sweet
Iream dreant last night; and if You sit
lose beside me--so-I will tell it you. I
aw beautiful countries, and in them
sardens, far more exquisite in their love-
mess than this. There Were sweetly
inging songsters in the groves; larks sung
ond and shrlll, yet all the words they sung
we're, HaHeluiah HalIiuiah. and knew
was III heaven. White and spotless
anfbs were frisking about me in the
rocks that rippled o'erM beds of gold,
wan silvery scaled fish, that ever and
non leapt high in air. Troops Of angelic
herrubs sported on the daisy covered
ward, weaving chaplets for each brothers.
row, as you have done so often to me,
ny brother. Ilonged much to Join them;
nd at last the sweetest of those cherubs
tipped up to me, and asked if would /,
ONE. sCome, !" said he, & the sun is
ways shining .here-no bitter blasts can
ere invade-come. /" then looked back
where | saw you standing looking for
le, and to say adieu to him who has been 4 !,
~ only brother in life, before left forever. j
promised to that angel to return tonight. |
nd | viii go. Dear brother, do not weep. /
looked out on the lawn, down on the s.
ees, upon the river, the mountains and /
the now nearly set snn-anywhere
ian at him, for my heart was full, and 1 /
new that if he were toleave me, there i
'as none living in the laud who loved II
le.A /. If
4" Brother, dear, said he, and started, t
do You recollect the song poor Lucy :
ing before she died? Fl
81 hear sweet anthems ringing, II
Bright faces till the air; It
hear sweet voices saying, Fl
There is no sorrow there. y Is
And now hear the same. NV own i
'ar brother, kiss me once again-now, Ih
lother We will soon meet in those d
light fields, and then vol shan teach me j,