Litchfield enquirer., 1853-08-04
For the Enquirer.
MY MOTHERS GRAVE.

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MY MOTHERS GRAVE.
In one of the loveliest spots in New
England. nesting in retired vale, and
near pleasant village, is one of those
hallowed resting places Of the precious
dead-where, in the beautiful language
of the poet:
CAS- heaves the turf in many Wondering heap,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid
The rude foretathers of the hamlet Sleep"
Business calling me in its vicinity, l
took occasion to visit it and linger for
b,ief period at the grave Of MOTHER
1t is, comparatively speaking. a new
made grave, as the precious dust it con.
tains has slept there not yet twelve.
month, and the storms Of but one winter
have swept in their dreariness and deso-
lation over it. The day was delightfully."-
pleasant the sun was shining gloriously
in the heavens-the rain Of the preceding
night had impaired new lie and vigor 10
the vegetable creation-the dense foliage
of the surrounding forest assumed an
unwonted freshness-the songsters Of the
grove warbled their sweetest notes as If
in praise to their Maker, and even the
place of sepulchers seemed not altogether
desolate or drear. Such was the fas.
cinating beauty Of the scenery which
surrounded it. and as l looked on that
hallowed spot where rest, in lively hope
Of glorious resurrection. the ashes of
dear departed mother, I also felt consoled
with the reflection that the light of the
king of day would pale in darkness before
the effulgent brightness Of the Sun Of
Righteousness, and that the carol Of those
sweet singers shat fell in all its blitbe-
someness and joy in my delighted ear.
could bear no comparison with the songs
Of the redeemed with which that house
of many mansions is made vocal forever.
But be the scenery or the circumstances
what they may. a feeling of loneliness
and sadness comes over the heart as we
stand at the grave Of mother.
The cares and allurements OF life may
have caused US TO sometimes forget her
and disregard her counsels, but in the
hour OF reflection. and especially at her
grave, they come up to the mind and
memory in all their freshness and vigor--
and the crimson man,les the cheek, and
that sorrow which often worketh repent.
ance fills the heart in view of the fact
that counsels yelling up from the over.
flowing love Of mothers heart should
have been lost for moment on her way.
ward child or that the cares, sorrows
or pleasures Of the world should have
clouded for one moment the recollections
of her blessed memory. Mother what
pleasing remembrances: what chastened
holy associations gather around that
name. And as we stand ct her grave.
what sweet thoughts of her assiduous
care-her fond hopes-her indulging
affection, gather around the soul. 'Tis
then, il ever. that memory is busy With
the past; and the joys, hopes. sorrows
all the incidents OF life come thronging
up with claims for remembrance. IT'S
at the grave of mother that il il felt,
Oh! how sensibly. that in this selfish.
sinful world. there is no love like hers
"A mothers love. There is none
In all this cold and hollow wOrlc-nO fount
Ofdeep, strong, deaihless love, save tina, within
! mothers breast"
The mother at whose grave stood
died in November last, aged fifty.four
years. Educated in true puritan style.
her views OF duty and consistency in life
were clear, conscientious and unbending.
Her skill 10 family government was we'll.
nigh inimitable. securing from her chill.
dren at once their entire affections and
! implicit obedience. Her temper, amid
, all the vexations and vicissitudes of life.
, was ever as calm and unruffied as the
placid bosom Of lake at summers eve,
, The closet and the conference were 10 her
delightful spots. With q constitution
enfeebled by disease, and subject to daily
pains for the last twenty years OF her life
she constantly ministered 70 the wants Of
9 somewhat numerous family, with 9
iaithfuIness and effectiveness scarcely 4
De expected from one in the full posses.
SION Of their bodily powers plifyine
oy her daily walk and conversation thu
religion she protested. Peace to her ashei
They shall hallOw the spot where sh,
sleeps till the morning Of the resurrection
then 70 be reunited in q form of ANGEL,
beauty. and stand forever IN the presenc.
Of her Saviour and Judge.
Il NoR1oLx, July 2sth, 1853.