Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-08-05

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at best are generally true mourners,
for they have lbst a brother with
whom they sat ! Yesterday at meat; ;
and, while they are comparing MEM
ories, recalling how merry they had
many a day bee b together and the
solemn tones of that sublime music
floats upon the air, we can in hgine
the freed anl satisfied soul waited on
those harmd llioqF breathings to its
heavenly home; and our hearts are
melted, and we come away better
for what we have seen.
| believe some such reflections as
these were croFding through our
minds, for we hoth remained silent
and listening, until the swinging to
Of the little wicket, which communi-
Gated with the garden, aroused us;
but nobody appeared, and the tower
being, at TINT moment, betwixt us
and it, VIE could bot see who had en-
tered. Almost ut the same moment,
a man CT me lin from a gate on the
opposite size, ana. aafya2iicing to-
where ii ie earth Vas thrown up, lifted
the plank, aud discovered the newly
made grave. III WAS soon followed
bYsome boys, md several respecta1
bic looking per4ons came into the
enclosure, while nearer and nearer
drew the mulllad drums; and now we
deserted the firing party and their
officer, who led the procession with
their arms reversed, each man wear
ing above q be 81 bow a piece of black
Grape. and d smdll bow Of white satin
ribbon, the BAN Il stil playing that
solemn strain. Then came the collin,
borne by six sPldiers- Six officers
bore up the pail all quite young mdn.
On the coffin lay the shake, sword,
sifle-bqlt, and white gloves Of the
deceased.
A long train Of mourners marched
Two and two, in open file, the privates
first, the officets last. Sorrow was
imprinted On every face; there was
no unsecmly chattering, no wander
ing eyes; if a word was exchanged,
1t was III a WHISPER, and the sad shake
of the head sh hpwed of whom they
were discoIlrsilig, An this We OBJ
served rs they marched through the
land that szirtfd on Que side of tie
church yara. As they neare9 the
gate the band cedsed to play.
See there said Mis- Markham,
directing my atse ention to the cot
tage, there comes Mr. lowell. On,
how hid has changed.' 3r d whilst she
spoke, the clergy man en- tered by the
wicket and advqfeed t b meet the
process ion atthe gate, where he com
mencei reading the fuhfral services
as he moved b backwards towards the
grave, around which the firing party.
leaning on Itheir frelocks now formed
Then came those awful words,
| ashes to ashes, land dust to dust;
the hollow sou nd of the earth upon
the coffin, and three vol1 les Stirred ovel
the grave, niBAed the 4 GLENN cere-
mony.
Whe the procession entered tht
church li-yaEd, 8e had retired behlnC
/ the broken wall ofthe chaneel, where
without being observed, we hac
watchdd the whole scene with intense
iintere4t. Just as the words sAshes
to ashesl dust to dust were pro
nounced, l happened to raiSe my
eyes towards the tower, and then
peeping through one Of the marrow
Sits, l Saw th4 face of a man-sucl
a face Never to my latest days cal
I forget The q 2pression Of those fea
lures. If eyer there was despair
and anguish written on a human
countcnance It was there And ye'
50 young! SO beautiful. A cold. .cllil
ran through my Veins as I pressed
| Mrs. Markham's arm. Look up a
the tower whispered.
/ MY God. What can it be?' sht
answered. turh hing quite palel And
Mr.. Lowell, did you observe how hi:
voice shook? at first, ] thought i
was illness, but he seems bowe(
down with grief. Every face look
awe-struck. There must be a tra9
edy here-something more than TIN
death Of an itldividual?' aud fearing
under this impression that orr vlsi
might prove untimely, we resolved
4 to return to the inn, and endeavo
to discover if anything unusual ha'
really occurred. Before we moved,