The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1853-11-30
PORT GIBSON, CLAIBORNE COUNTY MISS WEDNESDAY,

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met passed from our sight as the shadow from
the dial; and the music Of their cheering
words now ring in our ears. sad echoes in the
distance Of our memory. Death is silent,
yet not 50 entirely; silent it is to the ear, but
not always to the heart" Our brethren are
still bound to US. and though dead. they have
not ceased to be: there is much to be felt
and learned where they now rest in their
lowly graves. Humanity has instructions
from the proud mans monument, and con-
tentment lesson from the vanity that over
lies his clay. There is pathos in the solitude
where the stranger sleeps. there is mute elo.
quence in his unlettered grave. ."--Ah. how
strove our hearts with wild and uncomfortable
emotion. as We stood-alas so oft by the
bedside Of dying friends How wildly we
strove, but oil in vain, to prolong the precious
life ! The spirit of the loved one passed ST.
lently onward
To that bourne whence no traveller returns,n
and We we're left alone to linger on the shore
of Time, hoping that the next rising sun might
find US sleeping our last sleep" BY his side. -
Ye sods. rest lightly DER their ncw-made
graves Ye zephyrs, sigh in unison with
their spirit. and watt their souls in peace to
heaven The graves of those naartyed ones
are yet fresh in the bosom of yon lone grave
yard-their spirits are forever gone, and past
the reach Of prayer
-" Water = family whispers the dying
one, but alas. there is none to heed. Black
despair is on every brow, and the cry of the
dying one for help. is lost in the last death
rattle Great God what scene Of woe is
this Are we all indeed doomed to perish !!
Is there no hand to snatch us from our terri
bic fate A voice. as if in mockery, whis-
pers-"None! Man, who is born of woman,
is Of few days, and full Of trouble" His cry
for mercy reachcth not beyond the clouds -
His shrieks Of misery have become our laugh
ter.-tis pain balm for all our woes -
Avaunt ye fends the heavens are not deaf,
neither will they be angry forever =" For
erey - whispers the voice, and all is silent
The axe is falling!
Hush bark A joyful shout booms
on the silent air Can it be possible that re-
lief is indeed at hand Then thank God
that He hath not entirely forsaken as "A
shout, which causes many dying one to half
raise from his pillow. and shrek, as he falls
heavily back, TOO late too late !" A
shout, which cheers the wearied watcher in
bis midnight toils-a shout which smites upon
the ears Of those few remaining /" HowARDs,"
and whispers Hope. even to their despairiug
souls. "A sweet voice family breathes,
Hope on hope eUer -
All, sweet Hope what a comforter vert
thou, midst this awful scene Of gloom "Thou
stole upon Thy piniOns Of snow to the bed OF
disease, and the sufferers frown became
smile,--the emblem of peace and endurance.
Thou visited the house Of mourning, and from
the lips Of sorrow there came sweet and cheer
ful songs" Thou hovered about the head Of
the youth who had become the Ishmael Of
society," and led him on to works which even
his enemies praised Sweet Hope but for
thee, how sad had been the lot of many -
But for thee, how feeble the efforts Of that
gallant feio, who 50 nobly battlcd in the
darkest hour of pestilential slaughter Thou
didst cheer on to still greater deeds Of kind
ness those 10 whom death had been blcss-
ing; and thou didst bring, as gold from the
furnace, those youth who so nobly pcriled both
health and life. when bent on Mercy's mis-
sion Sweet, sweet Hope thou vert com.
forter mid all our woes; and, midst those
days Of pestilence and despair, most truly
didst thou prove an impregnable shield
An anchor TO the soul ~
Nurses from distant city had arrived.
Nurses-kind nurses, actuated by the purest
feelings Of philanthropy and pity, had heard
the cry Of despair which arose from our midst,
and, leaving friends and home behind has
tened to our relief-hastcned to save rs
strangers from most terrible doom
Long win the names Of Pierson. Cushing,
Wren, Linsey, and the New Orleans Howard
Association, be held in grateful remembrance
by our citizens. All how many form, but
for their timely arrival-fOrms now beaming
with life. with health. with vigor-might ere
now be sleeping
siNeath the cold sod Of the valley