Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1852-01-01
/" And 80 he giveth his peop!e resi- ;"

"And SO he giveth his people rest"
Said Warren, as he stood on Bunker's
Hill, little before that fatal ball pierced
his manly form. and laid him in the Dust,
/" 1t is honorable-beauiiful to die for
ones country
Said Wolfe, as he lay stretched on the
Plains of Abraham. his eyes now SWIM
ming in death-but upon whose ear the
cry fell. "They fly. they fiy'-" Who
ty? Who fy?"--and being told "the en-
9 ny" replied. Thin I die happy"
Said ONE, who lately departed from
among us-and she a wife. mother,
Chris ian--as on the weary couch of pain
and languishment she was laid gently
down at her own request. --and then and
there sank to sleep on the bosom of Inf
mite Love. Aud SO he giycth his peo-
pie rest They were her last words.
That was her last sleep. Il was rest.
quiet. calm, holy repose.
$50 fades summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale when storms are DER,
So gently shuts the eye of day.
So dies wave along the Shore
The deaths Of Warren and Wolfe, ~.
mere specimens of military glory, are
among the brightest on the page of hiss
tory. Such death any aspirant for pos
thumous fame might covet. Many a
hero would be willing to die. If he might
SO die, covered with the laurels Of visto>
ry, as Wolfe was.
| DIT .aoS ,,ot that in thu n I'm
quiet, hopeful death of the true Christian
there is far more real glory than there
ever was or can be in the death of the
mere warrior amid the din Of arms. and
the confusion and carnage Of battle? True
re NAV have exhibited a noble heroisn
and a lofy patriotism. In his thurst for
fame = III his eagerness for victory-.in the
excitement Of the battle in array. he may
have Knocked at fear-what then? Shall
these virtues--if they deserve the name
shall they be compared to the forts
tude--lhs faith-the resignation Of the
Christian land that Christian, a wife anc
mother. who yields without murmul
to the sovereign will Of God? Who 70
days and months sees death steadily ap
proachipg--and says. Gomez am rea
dy?" Who calmly bids her husband ant
her infant children sweet farewell
faith exclaiming with the martyr Lam
bert. none but Christ" or with til,
expiring Melancthon--" Nothing-no.h.
ing but Heaven %
Say, where lies the glory
The cpitaphs inscribed on the monu'
ments of Warren and Wolfe, l dare sa =
set forth in appropriate terms. the glory
Of their respective achievements -ths pu
lity OF their patrio,ism-a The obliga
tions Of their country. All this is wen
But to all these plaudi.s and to this
admiration. even were they those Of a
world, would prefer to die as tina, love
ly Christian mother died in the quiet Of
her own chamber. l would prefer 10
any inscription which coud be engraycr
on my tombstone, the simple, but i'm
pressive words she tired, as she ID I
herself down to slcep-might they only
be- true as TO mysef--"and SO he giyetl
his people rest" as beautiful an end a
one can conceive as welcome repose a
hearts could wish Her sleep vas dealt,
her death was slcep; and as she slept
She heard she harpings Of the bles,,
Upon that better shore;
She heard and entered on a rest,
Where pain can come no more.
"Dulce ct decorun est pro pa,rie naoFi.