The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1851-05-28

lJust sciions before iher children and
greatly condemn bad examples.
From the Walchmsn and Reflector.
"a Stranser.o
In long last Of names record OF
deaths in Sacramento Ciiy, published in
The secular papers-siands this simple,
affecting announcement
Aug. al-stranger."
Unknown. unfriended. disease attacked
him in land Ear from his native home.
The buslliug servants pass in and oul Of
bis room. rendering The cold attentions Of
hirelings. linger in momeniary awe 20
watch The last spasin. and then announce
AZ The desk. The man in No. ii dead.
Who is hei There is no name on The
books. There is not one in The lhrong
that crowd the dining hall that knew him |;
none whose APPETITE 10 lessened by The
melancholy inquiry. They hurry on The
burial. for another is waiting for The dead
mans room; and the next mornings pa
per contains The careless item, /. A sirsn-
ger died Yesterday"
And perhaps in some New England
village mother, wife, a betrolhed maid
en-. is snxiously watching every arriving
post, and wondering why no letter comes
from the beloved absent one. And still
for many weary day will they wait and
hope. for there isnone TO convey the crush
ing intelligence. that the beloyed is no
more. By slow degrees the long silence
will At last convince them that he must be
dead!
What pangs will shoot through many
hearts as this simple announcement is
read and remembered. II The name had
only been there, the anguish Of suspense
would be ended. But perhaps il may
have been my brother. my son, my hus-
band, will be the suggestion OF many q
troubled spirit. even when the lips refuse
70 utter The alarm of the heart. and the
mind quietly labors 10 reason away iis
howp fears.
A stranger. And vet he was vel
known 10 God. His eye had traced hin
through al his journeyings; had seen al
his4s}96rs and sins, and his repenting ant
pri yers, if any were offered. II he wal
a renewed child Of God. here was abund
ant consolation administered TO his depart
ling spirit. A voice sweeier than that o
dearest earthly friend, whispered comfort
to his soul, and hand more sof. and ten.
der ih,n tia, Of wife or mother, was laid
beneath his aching head. II he was true
disciple Of Jesus, he now experiences nc
regret. that bis sojourn in The land OF gold
was so short-lhat the bright visions oil
earthly wealth which led him away so far
from home to die. were dispelled for he
has become resident, and no nameless
stranger. in that city, whose very streets are
paved with gold. where golden crown is
on every head, and golden harp inesery
hand.
And if he were not Chrislian,-bul
we dare not dwell on that thought; il is
TOO fearful. And yet each unransomed
reader would do well to pause and ask
himself. wha, would be my destiny were
my death thus unattended and sudden
How pro6iably. under the influence Of The
long train Of reflection suggested by such
an announcement, may be read Montgome.
rvs beautiful poem:
a0nce in the flight Of ages past
There lived a man-and who was he !
Mortal hover thy lot be cast,
That man resembled thee.
"And joy and grief, and hope and fear,
Alternate triumphed inhis breast:
His bliss and wo-a smile, tear!
Oblivion hides the rest.
"The bounding pulse. the languid limb,
The changing spirits rise and fall,
We know that these were felt by him,
For these are felt by all.
"The annals Of the human race
The ruins since the world began,
OF him afford no other trace
Than this-THERE LIVED A MAN."