The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1850-11-07
The Grave of those we Love.
Yours, Respectfully,
ii. A SCOFIELD.
BY wAsIiISGToN IKyiNd.

The grave is the ordeal Of true afIcc-
ton. 1t is there the divine passion Of the
soul nanifcsts its superiority To the in
stincti,e impulse Of mere animal attach
men, The latter mus, be continually re-
tIeshei aud kept alive by the presence Of
its object but the love that is seated in
the soul can live on long remembrance
The mere inelinations of sense. languish
and decline with tho charms which excite
them. and turn. with shuddcring and dis
gust. from the dismal precincts of the
tomb but i, is thence that truly spiritual
affection rises purified from every sensual
desire, aud returns, ike holy flame, to
llum- and sanctify the hear, Of the sur
vIyor.
The sorrow for the dead is the only
sorrow from which VT refuse to be divorc-
oil. Every other would seek to hcal--ev.
cry other affection " forget: but this
wound We consider i. duty to keep open
this affection We cherish and brood over
il. solitude. Where is the mother who
would willingly forget the infant who per-
ished like blossom from her arms, though
every recollection is pangt Where is
the child who would willingly forget the
mos, tender Of parents, though to rcmcm-
brr be- but to lament! Who, even when
the tomb is closing upon her hc most loy
cd. when he feels his heart as it were,
crushed in the closing Of lis portal, would
accept Of consolation that must I've bought
By forgctfulnc-sy No--thc love which
survives the tomb is one Of the nohlest
attributes of the soul If it has woes. il
has likewise it, delights; and when the
overwhelming burst Of grief is calmel
into the gentle tear Of rccollcc,ion-whcn
the sudden anguish and the conyulsiye
agony over the present ruins of all that
W. most loved. is sof,cncd away into pen
sive mediation on all that it was in the
,lays of its loycicst-who would root out
such a sorrow from the heart: Though
| it may sometimes throw Il passing cloud
over the bright hour Of gaycty, or spread
deeper sadness over the hour Of gloom.
vet who would exchange It even for a
song of pleasure or the burst Of reyolry
No there is u voice from the tomb sweet
or than song. There is Il remembrance
of the dead. to which we turn, even from
III. charms Of the living Oh, the grave
the grave. 1t buries every crror--coy-
ers every defect, cx,inguisbcs every re-
sentiment Prom lis peaceful b">"m
spring none but fond regrets and tender
recollcctions. Who can hook down upon
the grave even of IN enemy, and not feel
a compunc,iou. ,hrob, that he should ever
have warrcd with the poor handful of earth
that lies mou!dering before him.
Blu, the grave OF those We loyel--wba
place Of meditation There it is, thai
We call up in long review the whole his
tory of virtue and gentleness. and tho
thousand endesrmeuts lavishcd upon US
, almost unhcedcd, in the daily intcrcours'
Of intimacy there ii is, that the tender
ness of the parting scne. the he'd OF death
with all It's siifcd grirts its noueicss al
tendance its mute, waichful asshu''cs
, the last testimonies II expiring love . Tia
feeble fuiteriug, thrilling--oh, how thril
hug-p pressure of the hand the last ion
look Of the glarins eye, turning upon u
even from the threshold II existence III
0 faint, fsltering accents struggling IN death
. 10 give one more assurancc f affection.
Al, % To the grave Of buried love ,an
mediate. There settle the account VII,
. thy conscience for every past heuct' III
reluit.-d, every past cndearment unf'
! gardei, Of tina, Departed bong who @
ncver-neycr return 10 - rpoihsI by n
evnirition.
" II thou art chila, and hast ever adj
:, "a a sorrow 10 the ~oul. os fIrros 30 II
o sily.red brow Of an sf'-ctiona,e Iarcni-
=. IL ,hou ar, 4 hus'snl, and haye er'
caused the fond h,som tlai yon'ared I
whole happiness in thy arms, t" d"um u
y o,,e n,o,nesii o. thy kinkncss or tiy tTi'
= ii thou ar a friend. and hast e''
T. wrca ged, in thougbi, cr word. OF des'
~ the splsii Tia, gya,ersis = onnaded
,hee--if ,hon an friend Sni hasi g.v'
y 9s. unmeri,s1 Ie.ng I" Ii'al 'rae hes
r. Which nos lies COLI sHl 'iill teneaih u
III feet. then b. ,tife that every unkind loo