Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1854-07-04


tribute to his daring deed, and none view it but
with emotion and pride! In close proximity to
this stately stone, nearly hid amid flowers and
shrubbery, we noticed an unostentatious slab,
which bore the following inscription: "Our Lit
tie Fred" What stronger language could be
employed to express the anguish of afflicted pa
rents! Still farther on, a tall, white, perfectly
plain tablet attracted our attention, upon which
was merely the words-"The Missionary" 1t
was as pure from blemish as the character of him
whose memory it was intended to perpetuate. But
we shall be obliged to pass over much that is in
teresting to give an account of Miss CANADA, aged
Is years, who met her death in the city of New
York, in the following painful manner: She had
been to a ball, and when on her way home the
sleigh in which she rode was stopped for a moment
at one Of the principal notes.-the horses took
fright, ran, threw her out, and few moments
after she was picked up corpse, in her ballroom
attire! Shortly after, relative in France, not
knowing that she was dead, left her $50 1000,
which was appropriated to the erection of a gor-
geous monument.
As you draw near the yard you find it enclosed
with an iron fence, and in the middle OF the
ground stands conspicuous in bold relief, mass
of pure marble, surmounted by five spires-one
on each corner, and one in the middle the mid
die one peering far above the others. These
spires are beautifully carved and hung with drapery
as fine as a lady's worked collar-executed in the
most superb manner. In a mich in the stone, be-
low the spires, overhung by most delicate vines,
stands in an easy position, full length statute
of the deceased, robed in white with wreath of
flowers around her fair brow. The base OF the
monument is very solid andvery pure. On either
side Of this pile of marble, are angels carved out
as large as life, in an imploring position, their
wings out-stretched as though bearing the spirit
upward. Directly in front of the monument, but
not sufficiently in the way to hide the view, are
urns or baskets filled with Aowers-while near
the gate, on plain slab, is inscribed the circum-
stances attending the fate of her who is the sub
iect of our remarks. We paused a moment at
the outside railing, and gazed upon all this fum-
merry with mingled pity and disgust Thirty
Thousand Dollars expended! and for what? To
adorn the dust of young lady, while hundreds
in the city where she met her death were at the
same time dying for the necessaries Of Gfe!-
Thus iogs on the world. Did that gorgeous tomb
stone inspire any more loftier thoughts than the
simple plain tablet" Our Little Fred?" No /!
far from it. 1t brought the mind down to earthly
vanity and there left it, while the other gave scope
for it to roam in that blissful spirt-land, where
all is Joy, and love and harmony. We turned
away and were soon standing beside an humble
tomb of parent. 1t was an exceedingly plain,
pure marble slab, and bore the impressive inscrp-
tion-ss Our Dear MotherG' On this grave there
were clinging vines and flowers of every hue,
whose fragrance filled the air with sweetness.-
Near by there was another" Our Little Char
leyv' This also was pretty, and told more in a
few words than could be learned from volume.
The Sun had just laid his weary limbs to rest
upon his golden couch, and was drawing about
him his crimson curtain, as we turned from the
scene before us, and vending our way slowly
through the labyrinthine paths, were soon once
more mingling amid the busy throng, whose harsh,
discordant notes fell heavily upon our ears. But
our hearts had been refreshed-we went forth
with newer hope-purer aspirations, and with
stronger nerves to combat the stern realities of
life