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

IOWA. JUNE
eminent and world-famed From sire to
son in the obscursst household, and
through oil the relationA of family and
friendship, this contextuSe Of sympathy
and authoritative memory extends, bind
ing together the fabric q ssciety. Each
hearth-side has its memories Of virtues,
thoughts and affections, rnknown to the
great world, but to il ysssai FIRE.
The selection, so iudieiou.ly made, has
been followed up in corresponding spir-
it, and the enterprise, w Trust, will be
presented with such taste and liberalty
that, hereafter, the sAsanser will no moro
pass St Louis, leaving Rsalefontaine GEM
esery unvisiied, than ks would Boston
without seeing Aubur%, or Paris without
a drive to Pere la Chaise.
NatpFe, history, health, tsste-the de-
mands dfrefectioh and Of cultivation
saneti6srs ou enterprise. Prepare we,
then, isesSsx Forum u the Dead-a
Church Of the Past, where memory and
honor and love and sorrow may speak
from generation to generation. Along
these hills, beneath tsaese whispering
shades, adown these silsnt dales, what
voices from graves ussnumberee shall
whisper through the coming time, breath
ing the spirit Of the departed over the
living, and blending in ssd, solemn, but
beautiful harmony, the Past with the fu.
ture life Of society, aye. and Time with
Eternity. The Forum d the Dead-si.
lent and vacant now, but fast the orators
Of the future hasten hi,ter and hourly by
the hearth-side and in the sequestered
vale Of life, ss well as in,ahe high place.
Of commerce and politics, and philosophy
and genius, they are now preparing the
magic Of their eloquencein the love and
honor Of human hearts--sn elcquence that
from age to age, through these retreats
shall pour its haliawing. patio. and pei.
sda,ion on the ear Of the future, as lone
as the hear, Of yonder city beats with
hfe's lever, or yonder mighty river
sweeps to its ocean home.
The pale orators, the fearful auditory
| will soon be here. Alnag the paths Of III.
future see them has,esisg hi.her r-ant
ourselves amid the silent speakers, ant
tn. weeping, awe-struck listeners.
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Here, the ceutl.els Of . reverted father
too Oft, alas, and too long unheeded il
life's hot and giddy game, shall speal
from the sod that covers his horny locks
and to our seasful eve shall come AGAR
that sweetest Of remembered things, |
mothers smile, now sweeter and hoIie1
from the consecra,ion Of death. The sis
ter that faded in her esrly flower; th'
brother that sank in his generous promise
the little son or daushter whose fac'
| shines like far-off star in memory, ant
the companions Of our pilgrimage; th'
meek, the notle and ln,ang. the pure ant
the seintly, that havs, ~ IN from our bo
soaks 10 U1iIe JUnU, nIEH0 vAsss ~sS asap-r
to commune again with these, to see thei
bsckoning hands and hear their gent!
voices from the other side Of the dark riv
er, and look upon the beauty Of those VIII
have beheld the face Of God.
Make, we then, beautiful here, tn
place of our dead-make it sacred to quie
thought and meditalive respose-lnake
where the sun may shine on il, cheerful
but still and solemn, like the light o
another life, where the warble Of the bir'
and the voices Of nature may gently wax
the morn, or lull the dreamy noon-tide. o
soothe the sober hour of even. Ava,
! from the din and turmoil of life, and from
the clamor and hustle of commerce.
where the changes of the year come eacl
in stiffness and gentleness--where tn
voices Of spring come like Sabbath or
ehestra, and Summers music is like tn
matin or vesper hymn Of prayer, and ma
turs dies in autumn as man would like t
! pass in content maturity and gentle, quie
beauty, and winter in seemly repose an
solitude, waits the newborn and gloriou
life /; here we feel it is fattery to lay ou'
dead on the bosom Of sympathizing ma
ture. Let the violet and harebell kiss tn
turf above them /; let the rose and ivy EN-
bower, and the oak and evergreen wav
above their silent rest; let the zephyrs
freely visiting, sigh through the whisper
ing leaves with the voice Of the past--le
the night wind through the solemn WOO
wall its requiem for the departed-let tn
moonlight stream over them, through tn
shadowy branches, like the light Of othe
days, and let the stars Of even, in Tranquil
and holy watch, look down upon thei
graves, like celestial Love, watching thei
resurrection.
Hebrew Legend. You teach" said III
Emperor Trajsn to famous Rabbi, "tha
your God is everywhere, and boast that b
resides among your nation. ! should lik
to see him. .God's presence is indee
everywhere" the Rabbi replied, but h
cannot be seen for no mortal eye can loo
upon his .plendor. The Emperor ha
the obstinancy Of power, and persisted i
his demand. "Weli' answered the Rab
bi, "suppose we begin oy endeavoring
gage at one of hi. ambassadors.
Trajan assended and the Rabbi leadin
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