The Arkansas banner., 1850-05-21
Mo-. :. 37.

that AeassH-swsyed heart. Love. not oaiy sor the bright and brautal ol cath, bal tos hun whose hos of promise is paiHied the clouds. and whose smile trembes to tlss iaesmost soul on the golsien beams ui dewy morn and iwiakiiag of tis ssArIy eyes of night. Love t0r the flower thai, kissed by the sparkling lips of the PssEiy dsw-drops, seemed trapspiaatee exotic fIOm the land ef perprsaal s>=ss= Le%s Ga= =M ef s24ss ssssss.== !;ts,,, ;,. bEnss upca ths hi stds to ths srai-Rif ones wno tOi uPOa the highway of cath, iR eager search ios the goh that PeTshes. and press eesseless on to the dreaded goal of llfe--lhe dark and sileAs rravef- Love, not as tIe world weala translate the ~osd. hers. but such bOrA in he hear ol heas,s, is the Parsst feeling of God hmseii and the bssath of the soul iB ihe heaven of heAvensl
 Such love was heT% Ana eoaih such . song 6 her spirit bye ever bFeatAeA echo tong apos. the laden ear of earth ete fht choir of God owned smother siagerf Coaid the clay long eatomh a spask os the celestial 6se that burns ever seFapA- led. before the throne cf n m, the highest ct the highest!
 Hat the autumn giories ass abraAd, aAd the gold and verpsiioh is ,ingjng the oliage of the shaowy forest. The brooklri sings iew, sweet, piain,ive song, and the sere and yellow leaves sweep tn ed- dies along its banks and letter it's, ,ioamng Ilde The birds have disappeared from bower and bush and on light aif-iaaning pinions wafed to the g,oves ot sIle iaI-OH, suany south. The flowers ase hae- l~ss--scepiess-d~ad. aa,i nature seems Geeki1g herself In meurrn |" a the galb ot wisowhood i" los the bunal otpast glofies. The head of man. too Is sad, and his day dreams clad in sotnbIe eoiofs Who shall say that the earth iOs The soul that IS puming its angel pialons for flight io the realms of everlasting sunshine aad glory l-that the grave is not the darkness that pseeedes the moFwoI spiritual litei
 Bess''e the bed of that young, eerth-stsyed angel we watched. Softly the light stole ia through the thick curtains Oi the windows. A single ray only oi the aa'annai sun pierced the gloom. l, rested on that brow placid and rsle, tembled there and eneiEcled 1t as with halo oi God's brlghtaess and glory. No step echoed from the easpeied floor; no sound broke from the lips ot those afobnd, save at intervals haii-s,ih~d heart sob The slow tick oi the clock upon the man,ei seemed to echo the tick oi the clock of life; the beating of the chilling heart, or Iesoanded like the hamm%r oi line univ e,ing the shackss of earth. Sadly, oh, how sadly gazed all upon that dying one who seened already immortal.
 How slowly she faded, gently died.
 gasp ss tt ior breath, parting of the aShy lip, as If la speak, gentle movement of the slender icy hand. and all was still again. Had God claimed again hts own, and did we stand by bed et death No. IOS the Icy lips part as If with th, breath ot a prayer. Husb. Upon the startled al steals low note. like the far-otf strains o. ahgel tuned harps. Father, Mother. Sister, Brs--!' , Like the pickering of feeble light, the breath va, hnshed momentariiy: but again |, tell upon the ea |" tod bless you, bless you all! God, Father, Sa- viour. come. Mother. Holy Mother, receive thy rhiid;' and silence Teigned supreme. No sound no breath n" motion. but every heart felt that earth had lost one oI her brightest hOlest anu God ewned another Angel.
 dare not further Iift the veil Ali is true that have written, but many hearts stall weeping tears of blood. Yet nethsnks. amid those oG starry 1 crowns and most radiant brows, is Ella -- Thai her song is the sweetest and her rope is the whiies
 with spirit eyes we her stii and faith tells u. she Is more than happy-that the wandering Son that trod earths pathway for few short years, |, ] again reuaiied with and become nart ol the sre2 Soul of the Universe!
 In the tree-shaded graveyard of C. her gray. | is the gresnes'. and the most lovely flowers over | shadow it. Her name, linked with praise, ana | twinnated with sorrow, is every lin and The cal | of the Soul ott-tmes listeRs as if the meloty O her voice was stiIi wakening the echoes of th, ancient village church where she vas wont to sing Fain would we still believe the phsotasy hut esri swakes us with the bitter truth upon it's ips, Sh, has gone" Gone: Aye, We shall never see he more. But what is Earth 10 her abiding plsce.- The eold dresness grave is the resting place of lh. body, but her Soul Is with Goi--s where |" th, wicked cease from troubling and the weary are a rest"