The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-04-07
EBENSBURG, THURSDAY, MARCH I, 1853.


F.srpeinn rock. WAS soon opposite the pretty
/ Temple of Fortuna Viriiis, and in front of the
house OF Cola di Rienzi. Ii stands on a slight
elevation. and is covered with marble decorations
OF various periods The house is of brick, and
WAS built in the eleventh century. The cornice
is of marble, and marble slab. the front
nearest the capitol is long inscription III red
letter, not referring, however, to Rienzi. The
temple opposite, alluded 10 in Bulwer's beauti-
ful novel. originally built by Servius Tullus.
has been much altered, but even Yet its chaste
architecture finds many imitators. | entered
fo' moment, ana how singular the
trast. A Christian pr ,late was offering up the
uubioody sacrifice where once smoked the vic
Tins 10 The capriciOus goddess, and the fragrant
incense rose heayenward in sweet Thanksgiving.
Further on l paused moment before the benu-
tiful Temple of Vesta, and continued my walk
along the riher. just passed the Lublicirn
bridge. the funeral Ola young American, Ben
jamil f. Allen of Boston, on its way to the
graveyard, ami. leaving the Tiber, followed on
To the English burial ground Taking the ''viu
di San PHolo. was outside the walls, and
the beautiful CampHgna was before The
! burial ground WIS on my left. and near it the
Pyramid Of Caius Cest;us paused for mo-
nrrt tu look ut the heaut full Mount Testaccio to
the WESTWARD, aud followed the little cUrtege as
they entered the strangers resting place. There
seemed room for another grave. The
green swaTd was covered 10y tombstones telling
of Death III a foreign land Here and there a
rosc-hush dropped its leaves on the snow white
slabs, and the dark cypress WAS our only shade,
as silently we threaded our way to the newly
made grave. Slowly and sadly spoken was the
glorious Service that consigned him to Iris T.
row resting place and many face turn,
aside to conceal the uubi,idcn tear. / waited
until nearly all had left for years of travel have
made the IA painfully familiar one, and
turned from the young artists w-made grave
tu find the older of Sheie,. A simple slab
of nlarhie. tl"ck with "ge, covers it, and on it
are inscribed these words Percy BvSche Shell
ley. Cor Co. dium. Natus ". Aug. MDccxcII.,
obit July 8, MDCCCXvII.
IN thing in him that doth fade
But doth suffer change
Into something rich and strange"
There is an air of poetry breathing around the
place which robs death of half its terIor A
lovely Sc bush WIS just blushiug into bloom
AT the head of the stone and tall cypress was
at the toot,-the one beautiful as the breathings
oi his soul, the other gloomy rs the shrine which
enclosed il. The air was adeu with the odor of
n million flowers, and not Il breath rustled the
leaves OF the trees through which the golden sun
shine stole. through the painted window of
some Gnthic aisle. ivy h;tngs on the mould
ering wall close by, AMI yearly drops its black
berry ON his grave. SuIne one had been there
before me, and bad left pretty bouquet of fresh
cuilci flowers. His son lies him, and single
white rose hung k',lew d., bhled its stalk
the head of the little grave. The Cor cor,h-
ulh, in Sie!tey ep!t1ph, refers to the fact that
when his body burned, the shores of
SPczz'a. his heart alone WAS unconsumel. Keats
is buried in the adjoining cemetery. almost in
the shadow OF the great tomb of Cestius. His
grave Is marked by single upright stone.
which Is written IN Fude characters, his simple
but affecting eiIltaph This grave contains all
that WAS mortal of ii young English poet, who.
on his 'icaithbed, in the bitterness of his heart
the malicious power of his enemies desired these
woris To be inscribed on his tombstone :--Xere
lies tci0Se 1crit 1caier,' Feb. a,
1921" Not 81 single flower grew near his grave.
and / gathered blade OF gross to press among
the leaves OF LA nir." \ nettie WAS growing
near the tombstpue-it had no business there by
poor ke;t; grave, but how faithfully it recalled
his melancholy stnry Shelley has beauti-
fully described this lovely spot chow Little he
dreamed when doing that it would be his rest
ing p'ace) in his lament over his FREUD. 1T
mn ght make one in love with death to think that
one would be buried III sweet a place" l
made ru lie wreath from. branch OF willow
that trails its delicate amber over a grave
close by. and hung it on his humble tombstone.
Once more cordially yours, f. A. BEELEN.