The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-03-22

Again are we reminded that mortality is stamped
upon the dwellers of earth. Another of our
has gone to his last repOse. The messenger of
death has borne another loved one to the spirit
land The domestic circle has again been broken
notwithstanding the skill Of physicians and the
tears Ul bereayed friends.
See yonder procession, with measured tread fol-
lowing the remains of one dear as life to that final
resting place. What sorrow, what loneliness, what
feelings of desolation, what emptiness of earthly
Joys now ill their hearts, as they take long, long
look at that dear but lifeess clay!
Who is this so recently done with things beneath
the sun!
The aged sire, having out-lived his generation,
whose head was long since whtened BY the har
vest gathering, is now no more. Griefstricken are
his children, as they realize their loss, that he to
whom they have always looked for instruction and
counsel is removed from them forever
An ahrctionate husband has been taken from
the embrace Of the wife N his bosom. She stands
by the grave and weeps as though her heart would
break. She feels, oh, how deeply feels, the wound
that has pierced her nmost soul, and as il she
had lost her all of life To her this is day OF
sadness and gloom, such as she had never known
before; and now she could almost wish to be qui.
ety resting by the side of her husband.
devoted wife and tender mother has been re-
moved from the companion of her youth and the
children of her PRIDE Disease fastened upon her
life and took her hence. Aid proffered, but in
vain. Now the husband feels that all of earth is
held but by feeble tenure. Now does deep
OF his early love Shrouded in the dHpery of the
tomb. As he stands gazing upon those loved ea-
lures, so firmly, cody fixed, and yet with that
same sweet smile that had ever rested on him,
come up those Wt dis of tenderness and confding
trust, those acts of kindness, those attentions to
his every want, her virtues and her moral worth
MI he would ain have died 10 save her. The
children gather close around, while from their
eyes fall tears like drops Of rain. Nolherless ones
they weep, they mourn, and we'll they may, for
they have lost friend whose deep, pure love no
pen can portray nor tongue describe. Henceiorth
the father binds them closer to his heart as if he
would IN Them behold the image of her in whom
his highest earthly hopes were centred.
A youth blooming with health and vigor, is
stricken down at single blow. And yet, could
beauty, intellectual development, or fine educa-
ton have nerposed, that group OF mourners were
now at their own homes, rejoicing that their num-
Der was unbroken. But, ah the shaft was sent
with unerring aim. Those bereayed parents, who
had looked forward, cheered with the hope that
this star would brighten the evening of their days
the sorrowng brothers and sisters, whose delight
ii had been to render happy the dear departed The
chosen one, now crushed in utter dependency,
and refusing all attempts at consolation; the circle
OF friends stripped of their brightest member, are
now called upon TO look for the last time upon the
earthly ia Ieruacie " of one-oh, how fondly
loved! Their hearts bleed at every pore, and they
strive each to console the other, with words ol
sympathy, but Tears and silent grief forbid them
nfterance. Only deep down within the soul,
where thoughts commune WIN the inner sell and
with their Maker, can they find peace.
A lovely infant, just beginning to steal away the
parents affections, has been removed hence by the
angel gatherer The treasure the fond mother had
purpo,ed 10 wear upon her own heart, as an orna-
menl of joy. But no, she must now, though re-
lucautly, yield it up to deck another sphere. In
her grief she looks only upon the casket which is
TO crumble, while she sees not the jewel it
contained Yet, would she dry up her tears and
direct her eye above, she would behold her lost
gem replaced in q brilliant setting, where it
will shine i'll undimmed splendor amid thrones and
dominions for ever and ever.
% 1t is better to go to the house of mourning than
TO the house of feastng, for by the heart is
made better" Thus it is rendered certain that we
all must die. The infant, the youth, the middle
aged and the aged, must alike return to their mothe
dust
" If man die shall he live again 10 This all
important question is prompted by such hour
and to Its affirmative answer, both the analogy o
nature and the inspiration of the scriptures fully
concur.
Yes, it is certain that we shall lay down thes,
bodies of ours, and certain that we shall ris,
again, clothed with immortality.
Blessed are they that have part in the first res
direction"