True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-07-11
TCoNCLUDED NEXT WEEK.
DIED LAST NIGHT"


lie type, leading off the advertisements,
jostled by sorry jest, hard behind Mar
ket, close beside Cotillion, what place
a newspaper is, to put a Death in. We
are reading something about home, and
all at once, We are in the place of graves
We are looking over the testimonials to the
Elixyr of Life, and come, before We know
it, upon "Died last night" If there
were only some retired and shady corner
in newspaper, with willow or an urn
in it, where the names that have no own
ers could be recorded, and we could g.,
when weary with rambling through the
columns of hustle and business, and read
and think how surely, one after another,
all namea tend thither; those that stand
at the head of the column editorial in cap
itals those that are pointed at with ;
finger, and wondered over with Exclama
ton points, and asked after lnterrogations
those that were brides the other ddy, and
are brides still, but with new bridegrooms;
those that were heroes, and found place in
the "leader;" or beautiful, and woven il
wreath for "Poet's Corner" But there
is no such retreat-nothing but a narrow
black line like this-to keep the world out
to prevent the Railway Train whose time:
are advertised below, from running ovel
the name and obliterating it. And so i,
is like a grave in thoroughfare, covered
with dust, and Jared by passing wheels
it gives us pain to look at it, and we are
glad it is only for day.
"Died last night" 1t was nobody tina
you know, you think, and so you pass OF
to Sale or Bargain that you see be
yond, and forget there was ever such
name or such a dying in the world. How
apt are we to forget that there are thos
though, who can hardly see the name 70
the heavy rain that's falling, while til
heaven over head is bright and clear; tha
eyes do rest thereon, see world put ou
where you discern name; that wonde
how the sun can shine, since sun-dow
came to them; who hear with their heart'
the idle laugh that's passing on the wind
"Died last night" A pleasant time
die, but not last night--oh, no--some otte
night, great while yet to come. To G
abroad by the true light of stars; to fin
the way out from the port Of earth by cN
erlasting' lamps. ..
"Died last night" How many died
how many beautiful and good; how man
young and fair; how many revered an
wise Some that you and We know; pc
haps one that you and we loved. We sha
hear of it by and by, and then we sha
! remember that it was last night she die,
To die at any time 'is dread and awf,
thing" to die when day is breaking:
die at high noon; to die when the pea
and gold Of morning, and the glow of noe
are all blended upon the palette of Il
: West, till the sky looks like great tinte
shell thrown up upon the shore of Etern
t ty. But to go from this world to that,
the night, by the pale light Of stars,
, most solemn and beautiful of all. An
then there's dignity about that goin
avs, alone; that wrapping the mantle
, Immortality about us; that putting asit
5 with pale hand, the azure curtains th'
: are drawn around this cradle of the worl,
that venturing away from home for ii
first time in our lives, for zoe are not dea,
there is nothing dead to speak of, and SO
ing foreign countries that are not lai
down on any maps we know about. The
must be lovely lands somewhere ssArwar
for none ever return that 60 there, and v
, very much doubt whether any would
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