The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1851-06-19

were characterized by dignihed siunli.;,-
unalloyed with the porhh Of ostentatious 0,a..
ness. He formed habit of taking dsl,eh. :.
other objects than those which afecsed ooI- -. :.
personal condition in nAe, nni his mesnor, - -
emhalmed and sanceiAed in daesh r6ss. ~ ~
ennobls and eierato the hearts of thoSe.o -
his narne and memory WI always be e.,,,sos.. sIa
| by tender sympathy and foand feoorl,t;o, -
Left homo surrounded With ell tha oor,,,., .s .s
Life whan but yoath. hs bid adiea 70 tho SON.
Of his childhood and al that waa daa, . -
on earth, TO follow tho glorious stars and st,;r..
of his loved country to victory or death r
the Mexican campaign he contracted that s,..,
disease, consumption, and the seeds Of as.,I
were planted in his system. Ee EARNED ..
himself while In service laurais as unf.d,,., :.
those which grow near his grave, but he -,
vi7ed the trials. and troubles of this lisa on,
short time after his return. When q. nm e,,,,
age be vas deprived of fathers trotec.,o,
and when death the foul destroyer bcreft b;r, "a
mothers soothing voice, and g sisters too,
all that was left to witness his passage tbrouch
the dark valley of death vas kind BROTH,
and one friend, whose love and affection for hin
was so warm and devoted that TO dopb. ..
truthfulness would be to doubt we live. Rn,
the present is not the time to recount the ne.
MORALS of his worth. He has gone, the mobiles,
gift TO heaven could not recall him. and We or,
left to mourn his loss and admire his svas,
disposition. May the trophies Of his worth
ever remain as a monument, and stand firm and
conspicuous to the end of time And wher :,
future we see the flower of life fade and witbs,
IN youthful freshness to the tomb. when We saa
the bright eye grow dim and the rose on tie
cheek lose its beauty, when He hear the voic.
faltering in its last accents and see the lamn
of life iickering in its weakness, and when We
deposit all that is mortal of a loved friend in
the dark chambers of the tomb, and drop a
burning tear of sympathy on the mound beneath
which sleep the remains Of those we kneE. ohl
Ihen let US call to mind the cherished recollec-
TONS OF him who now commands our sympathy
and lives though dead in the bright associations
of yesterday. When amid the lingering mo-
ments Of the coming present sweet recolIections
Will shed around US genial flowers and recall
the vanished pleasures and endearments Of
departed days, when the bright effulgent sun OF
memory shall CLEAN upon the dreamy visions of
the past, and awaken in all its loyeliuess the
charms of former associations, when we shah
in the visions of fancy mingle with the friend.
of early days and dwell in raptures on thei.
worth, and when the features of declining age
shall SIT enthroned upon our broxs and bloom
IN sliTery whiteness upon our heads, still the
voice of memory greet with its warm
tears the name of him whose loss we now de-
piore, and when in pensive silence we bend over
the urn Of the past to trace the hours tha,
never can return, may we then, through the
comforts of unearthly pleasures soothe the
sorrows of departed time and raise the 6eary
pilgrims spirit in raptures to a brighter world.
Oh! ye comrades in war or in peace, though
the hands which you so oft have pressed s-s
clasped in death, and the eyes which you have
SO oft gazed upon are closed forever, yet the
affections which were so warm and pure shall
not perish, but will take away the bitterness o;
the past, and change into bright and glowing
hopes the future. OH ye fellow soldiers whose
bosons swell with deep emotion at his name,
whose thoughts often turn 10 yonder blood
stained battle fields, does he not still live il
your memories; true his spirit has taken its
flight to its long home, tbs true ycu hear his
voice no more, you meet his cordial smile nc
more, yet you will meet once more again III:
this inspiring hope Of coming Reunion thst en-
dears the memory of the past and casts its mild
mellow influence upon all the gloomy scenes Q!
life, even to the grave, therefore let US cherish
the fond and pleasing hope that when We are
called from the transient joys of earth, we may
live IN that land of gladness where parting Is
unknown. VIOLA.
Holidaysburg, June 10, 1851
Great Flood i'm the West.