The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-01-04
DAILY CRESCENT.


Il DAILY CRESCENT. .
From the Saturday Gazs,te.
Death. SS7,',
BY JOHN j. MORRIS. ~ Cd b.
II the truths Of inspiration were not indicated by
The fulRment Of prophecy, the circumstances
attending the close Of the life OF man, would OF
themselves be sufficient to establish the authen.
ITCHY Of the Sacred Writings. The mind, then, II
not clouded BY the alterations which sometimes
follow in the track Of disease, and are more
fruitful at the contamination than the commence
ment Of it, is gifted with proper ideas Of things,
both earthly and heavenly. The earthly appear
less pleasing, less fascinating, less bri,.ant, ana
the heavenly more glorious, more ennoonng' more
consistent with the character OF an Immortal oeng
Scenes Of early years are reproduced from the
countle.s chambers of the brain, and the remem-
brance Of dark deeds move like swarming reptiles
over the clear surface Of the mind, and leave the
trail Of their slime as an evidence Of the enormity
Good deeds, worthy actions, are also remem-
bored 1t death. They come like light-winged
angels, and move hither and thither with kind of
consolatory movement which the dying man loves
to contemplate. 1t is possible for man to delude
himself through long lifetime, but the hand Of
death strips off the VEIL and permits him to behold
the deformites Of his nature in all their horrid
realities and bloated outline. The profane man re-
members his oaths and basphemies, the adulterer
his aduteries the thief his thets, the assassin his
assassnations and the seducer his seductions, and
the consequent suicide.
The Christian remembers Christ. True, his
heart Is not insensible to the errors of which he
was guilty, and the wrongs he has committed, but
he treasures the assurance that the blood OF Jesus
cleanseth from all sin. The hardened unbelever
dies in torment of wrath to come. his punish
round his death couch. The sulphureous exhala-
tons, the bowls, the curses, and the rumbling
thunder ascending from the abode of lost souls,
almost drown his cries Of agony and shrieks Of
torture, M s r
His countenance after death bears the very i'm.
press of horror. Not so the Christian. The hal
lelujahs of glory, shouts of angels songs Of saints
and seraphs, float over his pillow. Heaven ia be-
gun below. Jesus is folded to his embrace here as
well as hereafter. -..
He is certain of victory over death and can gaze
at the yawning grave with an air of true indifer-
ence. Faith beckons his soul onward and up
ward, but though it is still chained to clay, though
the last ligature which bound it earthward has not
been broken, his communion is with the spirits and
ransomed ones which dwell above.
He longs to be gone to the bosom of his Father,
and yet would await calmly and confidently the
will of one SO merciful as Jesus is he is not con-
sclous OF having wish on the subject, knowing
that when death has sealed his lips forever on
earth, his soul shall expatiate forever on the trans
ports of heaven.
And behold on his features the stamp of immor-
tally. Who can gaze upon that lovely counte.
nance, all radiant with the blazing splendors of
occupant of that clay, has not departed to dwell
forever at the throne of the most high God!
A SINGULAR EvENT.-The Washington cores.
pondent of the Boston Atlas recently wrote thus to
that paper
A circnmstance happened here last season which
were we inclined to.superstition, disposed put
faith in omens might starte not little, and GER
tainly cause curious apprehensions for the future
1t was during heated debate upon the compro
md bef n xvsp
admitted, that, seated in the Hall of Representa-
tives, my attention was about equally divided be-
tween the noisy declarations around me, and the
beauty and brilliancy of the chandelier suspended
overhead, which threw out volume of light upon
one of the most impressive, solemn, and exciting
scenes that ever was witnessed in that chamber, or
probably ever will be again. The galleries were
crowded, and every heart was intent upon the turn
Of atiairs, when Mr. Burt, of South Carolina, took
the floor; for then the novelty of discussion gave
place to actual suspense, because it was known he
intended to define the ultimatum of his State, and
% the words he might utter, she would stand, as
Mr.. venable had previously declared, until the
crack OF DOOM" was still gazing at the chande
ier, at the instant Mr.. B. delivered the memorable
sentence secession and dissolution al euery haz-
ard, when one of the gilded stars sudding the
crescent of the dome, and nearly over where Mr..
H. was standing, gave way and fell TO the floor,
without exciting any special remark, (rom the fact
perhaps, that very few observed the incident) and
the speaker continued his speech uninterrupted
until, by the rule of the House, limiting his time to
one hour, he again resumed his seat.
noticed the circumstance in connection witt
his words secession and dissolution at every haz-
ard" To-day, in counting the stars, including the
fallen one, discovered they amounted to just thirty,
the number of States constituting the confedracy:
but it must be borne in mind that when the capitol
was erected, only eighteen States formed the Union,
and hence there could have been no design tunles,
prophetic) in placing that number there. But this
was not all. Enumerating from the limb of the
crescent nearest to where Mr.. Burt 1.-THE Represen
tative of South Carolina) standing, found thu
fallen star to be the thirteenth answering to thu
original thirteen States, and thus clearly indicating
that, in the opinion of old maids and riddle readers
the thirteenth star was surely and unequvocaly
South Carolina. She was the last admitted, if W,
reverse Georgia, and, consequently, viewed twisted,
contorted, turned, examined in what light we may,
the incident was singularly and truly extraordinary.
The gilded outline remains on the dome, but The
body has dropped.