The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1851-01-22
THE SOUTHERN PRESS.


TRI-WEEKLY. 90
WEEKLY, %
From the Quebec Gazette, Of September 25sh, 1850.
The following valedictory lines were written
and cent to the Quebec Gazette by lady Emmeline
Stuart Wortley. Her ladyship has been sojourn-
ing in this city for days, at Holeatss on the
Rsmparts, and LEFT yesterday for Montreal, en-
route for England. This noble lady has pass, d
two years in America. twill be perceived, from
the stanzas she has writer's 4hat ehe visited Ala
bama, where she formed friendship with Ma
dameLe Vert to whom these beautiful'Iines are I'D
dressed Our arstocratic contributor is the daugh-
ter Of the Duke of Rutland, and widow of the late
Hon. Charles Stuart Wortley. second son of Lord
Wharnclife
TO MADAME ocTAvIA WALTON LIZ VERT, OF MOBILE,
ALABAMA.
THE accomplished and lovely Madame LIE v.
has for many years dispensed the refined and ele-
giant inequalities of Mobile, and is the centre OF
circle unsurpassed for its wit, WORTH and intelll-
gence. She is the daughter Of the no less cee-
brated Colonel George Walton, formerly governor
Of Florida, and who is now, we believe, the only
surviving son of signer of the Declaration of In
dependence, ]--Editor Spirit efthe Times
seek mine own fair land, but ere part,
Some farewell words fain afar would send,
To whom but theei-thou friend of my true heart,
My ever gentle and beloved friend.
Thou chosen sister of my soul! methinks
Our friendship had high immortal birth: =
Beyond the stars were twined its deathless links,
Twas born in Heaven to bloom awhile on Earth.
Yet strange twas born of Death our joy, our
pride,
We both had seen snntched from us at blow;
Our morning star Of life, our darlngs died,
And both have drained the selfsame cup OF wo !!
And how alike both felt that deadly wound,
With what congenial pangs, what kindred
smart,
What semblance in our sorrows vein, we found
Fen in the widest storm bursts Of the heart.
Our friendship hath its hallowed root in Heaven,
But it's perfumes shall bless the dir we breathe;
To grief was e'er such precious treasure given
Or such living soul snatched out Of death
The fountain is above, but drops gush free,
To soothe and cheer US on our earthly way;
Thst silvery fount shall nee exhausted be-
IT'S our eternal life's first flow and play
Say, sweetest friend, if wandering by the wave,
That breaks like dawn on Alabama 5 shore,
Thou still dost dwell, with thoughts serene, tho
On ali that we together felt before
Friend, whom my changeless heart most dearly
loves,
In all this radiant Western world SO wide,
Fair are Thy Southern homes magnolia groves,
Whose stately shades are CLOSED along the tide.
Fair are the waters in their starry flow,
Now stained with rose hues, now with rain
bows strown,
Where, in that glorious Gulf Of Mexico
Seem worlds jewelled treasures melted down.
But fairer, loveier, dearer, heavenler far
One little spot to memory's gaze appears
A grave yet cleaned it like distant star,
Through the iAterposing medium of our tears.
Locked were thy jewels, in that treasure cave,
Shrouded and veiled--unmurked unknown, un-
sought.
My Pearl slept far beyond the Atantic's wave;
But near the tomb earth's distances are nought
Oh what golden garden seemed that spot
Where angels leaned and watched their sleepin.
flowers;
For tenderest flowers of angels seemed they not !;
New planted for the glad EIysian bowers
We stood beside that grnve-in silence STOOD
'Twere vain to speak, where human speec
must fall
. We gazed not then on tn emerald tinted wood,
Nor marked the varied pride Of hill and dale.
We looked not on the brightly gttering seas,
We turned not to the skies above,
To US, in sooth, but pretty things seemed these,
Skies seas far vaster is mothers love
And of that love our friendships truth was born
feeling solemnized illumed, sublimed
IL almost seemed privilege to mourn,
Our thoughts to such transcendent heights hat
climbed.
All then did memory to that far land revert,
Where keeps its precious charge another grave
Aye, but with feelings glowing at my heart,
Which seemed Death Is darkness and its dust t,
brave.
Now let me- turn once more to thee to thee,
Sweet rose of Florida (twas there thine eyes
First opened to the light, the earth, the sea.
And all the sparkling beauty of the skies.
Most dear to thee are Alabama g shores,
Tho still thou owns st. while fe's dark seasons
And time thins fast the hearts own treasure
IT'S no true Alabama" of the soul
Bold was the proud red warrior--vainly bold
Whose lips pronounced the daring "Here we
Tho bright as the Hesperan Groves of old
Spread the fair land its calm and beauteous
breast.
But who can rest on crth, until no more
Tossed on life S sea-like surfacei IT'S in vain
They rested not, that race that passed before
Ye rest not, dwellers on this hower-it plain
But they, our children, Der whose graves w
mourned,
Sleep well. Rest folded flower and buried gem
They smiled, and straight to Natures lap re
turned,
And all is alabama" now to them
Oh lost and loved ones, lead us in the way,
md be our Borrowings DER ,our joys forgiven
Warn US, we tender teachers, NOT to say
"That Here we rest, in any home butHeaven
Sweet mother of those blessed souls, FAREWELL
And courage! Time darts by on lightning wing
Life throbs, earth heaves, death wthereth, knel
by knell
World IS strain and quake, the meeting hour to
bring.
Courage sad heart fan all thy heaven-born fires
See, desth-freed myriads take their sunwsrd
fight.
Eternity advances Time re!ires
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