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

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said l.
why, as / said before, il lte sting
people. In the first place, thdywere
both extrenl ely handsome.
But the locality had nothing to
do with their godd looks, | presume,
said T. i
q am sure Of that she answered;
when there is the least foundation
Of taste or intellect to set out with,
the beauty of external nature, and
the picturesque accidents t bat har-
monize with it, do, lam persua-
ded, by their gentle and eleyating
influences on ii lie mind, make the
handsome handspmer, and The ugly
less u ely. But 1t was not alone the
good looks Of the Lovells Tint struck
me, but their ali of refinement and
high breeding, land, | should say,
! high birth, (thdugh | know nothing
about Their eHtrac10n) combined
with their dndisguised poverty, and
asevident qontentmeht. n ow | can
understand such people find ing here
an appropriate home, and bRing sat
isGed with their share Of thi 5 worlds
goods; bee causeI here theG dreams
of romance writers, about Love in a
Cottage might be somewhat real
lied. Poverty might be graceful
and poctie eal 14 gre. and, then, you
know, they yIhav4 no rent to pay.
VERY trh be- $aigl |; 'but suppose
they had sixted n daughters, like a
half-pay officer 4 once met on board
a steam paSketg'
chat von aid spoil it cert4inly,' said
Mrs. NIarkham; but lft US hope they
( have not. When l k new them they
had only two children, a boy. and a
girl, Charlds al Id Emily-twoo the
prettiest CT eatures | ever behcld.'
AS my friend thought it rathar
early for a visit we remained chat
tering in Il lis " ay for more than IN
hour, sometimes eB seated on a toni b
stone, or fallen column, sometime bs
peering am ong the carved fragmen is
that were cattd red about the groun d,
and sometimes looking over the
hedge int b tn b little garden, the
! iwieket of 9Ihicl vas Immediately be-
hind the t over The weather being
warm, most of the windows Of the
vicarage were b1en, and the blinds
were all down; ke had not seen asoul
stirring, and were just wondering
whether W : might venture to present
ourselves 1T til b door, when a strain
Of distant music struck upon oul
ears.
.Harkl' I sal a, 'how exquisite It
was the only thing wanting to com
plete the CHAR o.
] 1T is a military band, l think,
said NJ RS. Mari sham; you know We
passed some barracks before We
reached the inn
/ Nearer and nearer drew the sound
SOLEMN an d slow; the band was eyi
4 IDENTIFY approaching by the greer
lane, that skirtcl the fields We hat
com by.
! Hush, said !, laying my hand OF
my friends arm, with strange sink
ing at the heart, they are playing
the dead march in Saul. Don t yor
hear the muflletl drums? It's a fu
neral. but where's the gravel &
I 'Therel' said she pointing to a spo
close under the hedge, where som'
earth had been thrown up; bat tn,
aperture was covered with plank
probably TO prevent accidents.
/. There are few ceremonies in life a
once so touching, SO impressive, 81
}. sad, and yet SO beautifully as sol
dier's funeral. Ordinary funerals
With their unwieldy hearse and ieath
ers, and the abused looking mutes
and the 1inky cloaks and weapons
of hired mourners, always seem t
me like d mockery Of the dead; tn
appointments border SO closely on til,
erotesque; they are So little in keep
ing with the true, the only view 0
death that can render life endurable
There is such a tone of exaggerated
, forced, heavy, over-acted gravit,
about the { whole thing, that one ha'
, need to have deep personal iuteres
, involved in the whole scene, to b
able to shut ones eyes to the bul
lesque side of It. But a mllltar
funeral -how different. There 70
) see death in life, and life in deatl
!, There is nothing overstrained, moth