Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1850-06-06

the leaf driven, on the Autumn wind;
images the passing Of earthly beauty, and
the vernal resurrection Of nature speaks
10 man Of his own waking from the Win
ter Of the tomb /; and the plane, and cy-
press. and ivy never sere, may figure the
evergreen life Of the soul-in such scenes,
the mourner love. to seek the great bo-
som Of nature, and feels soothed by her
mute sympathies.
Grief for the dead also asks seclusion
and isolation. It shuns the public walk.
The stare of the curious crowd oppresses,
proianes, tortures it. 1t treads its path OF
sorrow with no idle gazer. 1t asks to
love and weep slone. It asks burial
place where the landscape. with its natu-
raj variety os surface, and the screen Of
hill, and dale, and copse, and thicket, may
furnish separate sanctuaries for sorrow
Our nature, TOO, ssxs place Of final rest
beside the forms, loved in life. We love
to think we shall at length sleep with
them side by side. To lie down at last
among our kindred-to be gathered to
our fathers" and extend the companion
ship OF life and love 10 the dark and mar
row house, is wish natural to man.
This sentiment fees the city church-yard
with its crowded graves, and seeks in the
rural cemetery for space to group fami-
lies and friends in their last long sleep.
These sentiments have, in every age,
established burial places amid the high
and tranquil and beautiful places ofnature'
Place, then, and preserve the city Of
Death, beside that Of Life, as its sorrow
ful but blessed remembrancer. Let Life
look oft OH the features Of its pale brother.
Make that lace not foul and revolving, but
charming with the spell Of beauty and Of
holy repose that the living may often
come 10 gaze thereon, and may turn away
will, chastenesi hopes and passions, and
qnickened sympathies, and higher and
llolier thoughts.
Again, the rural cemetery,a permanent
conservatory OF the memories OF the past
and the sttrsc,er Of the living within the
sphere Of their influence, is great inter
est Of civilization; perpetnator oil socia
life and order. 1t binds the present TO The
past bv the ties Of reverent love and sor'
row. Il gives the virtue and reason o
the departed perpetual utterance on th'
car OF life. A cemetery is great picture
gallery Of the loved and honored dead
You walk in il as in Pantheon Of histori.
virtues and flames. The wise, the gifted
the eloquent, the good, the heroic, andih
loved, look forth upon you from their rest
and the power Of their thought Is upor
your soul. That thought, in such scenes
preserves, not chains and enslaves order
You feel that they are dead-their dus
admonishes you they were mortals. iik'
Yourself; and no gods. nor linitary ctiernb:
to guard the boundaries OF human or o
sacial progress. ,,--.....- ...-ss,.
In the on-rnshing current Of timc, III,
memories most loved and honored soor
sink or drift into night. Anchor them b,
enduring and ever-present monuments
for with them sinks blessed power fol
social order and progress. No age more
than our own has needed such aids
Never was it truer, that the heart OF th'
children must be turned TO the fathers, O.
the earth shall be smitten with curse.
The Presen, holds its life Of the Pas:
and that through the memory OF the dead
These monuments are perpetual proclaim
ers Of their thoughts and institutions.
The faces that look down on Faneuii ital
and from the Rotunda of our Capitol ar
watchers over principles that are our ma
| tional lie.
The tomb Of Vernon is the moral key
stone Of our arch Of union and Of empire
History shows the strength Of the pow
er OF political conversation, in reverence
for the dead, even in cases OF its abus'
and perversion. The Chinese-whos'
worship of the dead has conserved al
efiete civilization for twenty centuries
the Hindoo, whose traditions embalmed il
time, defying monuments from the source
of the Ganges TO Cape Comorin, have fo
5000 years kept watch over civiliza
ton seemingly as lasting and changeles
as the features of the natural world-an
cient Egypt, who embalmed herself 70
vast ages in porphyry and granite an,
marble, making the whole Nile valley on
cemetery of mausolem, of obelisk AM
Pyramid-illustrate the power of tn
principle, though in mis-direction and ex
cess. Greece understood its power-an'
| in temple and grove and forum and GENE
terry, in forests Of statuary and funera
sculpture, she caused her gifted an,
! glorious dead to speak, from generation 1
generation, 10 her brilliant but mobile peo
pie. VIVA, school was that Of the Gem
etery Of the Ceramicus, where Plato ant
Aristotle taught in sight Of the tombs. Q
the great departed! What memorie
there aided their instruction 10 the you'll
Of Athens, with an eloquence more glow
ing, subduing aud awful than The wisdom
Of the Aeropagins or the Senate-than tn
heroic thought and Pythic enthusiasm 9
Homer or Pindar-or than the pathos 9
her tragic Muse, or the fiery Logic Of he
great orator. There, in awful marble
still spoke her great Lawgiver-ther
stood ihe hero of Marathon, who's
trophies would not suffer Themistocles
sleep and there Pericles. the true, the nc
BILE, the eloquent, still plead Of the Ather
for the life and glory Of those he loved $
well. And Rome, did che not cement th
tremendous strength Of her empire
tears of honor for the dead, more than
the blood Of war? This sentiment pc,
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