Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1853-12-02

like in this world. I gazed on it, with
its islets Of living green. and its hundreds
of vessels sailing quietly or riding al
anchor, till my heart was too full for ut
terance, and unbidden tears started from
my eyes. | thought OF the MooRISG'
PLACE ABovE-the harbor of Heaven,
"Where all the ships company meet,
Who sailed with the Savior beneath;
Where exulting each other they greet,
And triumph DER sorrow and death.''
I | thought Of the loved ones once with
me, now departed, who that
"Heaveu have gained,
Outlying the tempest and wind"
NV tears were not those Of sorrow; no,
for l hope, through redeeming mercy,
to gain that same port Of bliss.
Southwardly are the rocky shores OF
Cape Elizabeth, against which dash and
| fret the waves of the ocean. Go over
on the Cape, and there is an ocean view
worth a trip from the west to see-
have said nothing of the city itself.
Not that il does not merit description.
In the regularity and cleanliness of its
streets il rivals the better portions of
Philadelphia; in the long rows OF elms
it approximates the beauty of peerless
New Haven. Its buildings are princely
homes.
The most touching emotions of my
heart while there were occasioned by
my visits to the two cemeteries. First |
stopped with my kind host at the New
Cemeteries. The grave of Professor
Merit Caldwell was the object Of our
visit there. I had years ago learned to
venerate his name. had imagined him
the fit compeer of Fisk, Olin, Emory,
whose colleague he was. | had loved
him, though had never seen him. For
in him met lofty intellectual powers,rich
and varied lore, and all, ALL, were laid at
the feet Of Jesus and cohsecrated--"a
whole sacrifice" on the altar OF God
By his side sleeps his daughte er, lovely
child As leaned upon his head-stone,
remembered bis words to his wife:-
"Do not visit my grave in the even
ing, nor in the dark, cloudy day
Come when the sun shines, the flowers
are springing, and the birds are singing.
That is the time to visit Christian s
gravel Touching sentiment, and wor-
thy the sanctifed genius of its author!
Had more professors in our colleges his
devotion to God. his love of souls, his
watchful solicitude for young men, our
colleges would not graduate so many in
fidels. Education was with him a great
work. work for enternity-and he
educated for eternity. "Many shall rise
up and call him blessed"
In the afternoon, in company with a
brother minister, went to the OLD CEM-
ETERY. We passed the church where
the sainted Payson preached "Jesus and
the resurrection" When we passed
through the gate of"the sleeping place"
our first care was to visit his grave
To it 90 hundreds from our country and
from across old ocean. He sleeps well
beneath marble shaft, inscribed in Ian
guage as follows:
edward PAY SON, d. ID.
Born at Rindge, N. H.,
July 25, 1888.
Ordained Pastor OF the
Second Congreg ational Church ia
Portland, December l6, 1901.
Died October ~, le2l.
Ilis record is on high
payson's name shall not soon die. II is
emblamcd by all virtuous and Christian
graces, aud enshrined where it may
mock disease and time-and the loving
heart OF the Church.
Next we passed to the monument Of
Commodore prebe. The brave old
warrior. whose "thunder shook the
ocean," lies here powerless as the ''in-
fant of days" There was one before
whose fire he was obliged to "strike his
colors." The stirring notes OF his
country's anthem wakes now no echo in
his silent, pulseless heart, In sight OF
the sea, in hearing OF the ever-chanting
ocean requiem, rest his remains, sur
rounded by the graves Of his family.
"Requiescat in pace"
Here, almost side by side, are two
tombs whose inscriptions tell their own
story-proclaim the horror Of war, the
deceitfulness OF human glory:
"fn memory OF
COMMANDER SAMUEL BLYTHE,
OF His Britannia Majes,y's
Brig Boxer.
lie nobly fell
On the 9Th day Of September, 1919,
With the u. \. Brig ENTERPRISE.
La life honorable;
In death glorious.
His country will long deplore
Que OF h.i bravrst sons,
Ills friends lament
One OF the best OF men.
ET 90"
He died, Il seems, contending for the
"supremacy Of the seas" fighting be-
meath the "red-cross flag" But the
other tomb proclaims that he died not
alone, aud not without fierce struggle
On similar tablet Is inscribed:
"Beneath this stone molders
the body Of
WILLIAM BARROWS,
Of the
United States Brig Enterprise,
Who was mortally wounded
On the 9th OF September. 1919,
la an action which contributed
To increase the fame Of
Am rican yalor, by capturing
/ Ills DTihhulc huleetys
Brig Boxer,
Alier severe conflict OF
10 minutes.
ET 25.
I A passing stranger has erected this nioLumen
Of reTpect to the name Of a patriot, who,
In the hour Of peril, obeyed the loud
summons OF an injured coun.
try,and who gallantly met,
fought, and conquered
the foemani"
And such Is wari Here were thes,
two young men, perhaps strangers I,
each other; they had no personal quar-
rel--no malice; but from the mast hea
of one floats crossed and the other ,
striped bunting, and they must hehti-
There Is question OF supremacy. True
oceans waters are wide enough for oil
but dplomatlsts have certain abstrac
tions, and these youths must fight. Th
glossy hair, In which was twined
mother'a fingers, muat be drabbled wit
blood. And now the victor and Oh
yanquahed are together locked In Oh
embrace which knows no relaxing.
Close by sleep the remaina Of Lieut.
korvIne Waters. lie was midship