Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1855-08-16

r and then we shal! remember that it was la!
=. night she died To die at any time sis drea
, ana an awful thing" to die when day is break
lng; TO die al high noon; to die when the pear
; aud gold Ofmornng, and the glow of noon ar
+ all blended upon palette of the West
I'LL the sky looks Ike a great tinted shel
thrown up upon the shore o. Eternity But [,
20 from this world to that, in the night, b,
The pale ligh, Of stars, is most solemn ant
beautiful OF all And then there is dlgnit,
ABOUT that going away alone that wrapping
The mantle Of immortality about US; ,ha. pat
ting aside with pale hand, the azure cur
lalns that are drawn around this cradle of q
world; that venturing away from nome for the
first time in our lives, for tce are not dead
there is nothing dead to speak of, and seeing
foreign countries that are not laid down on
any maps we know about. There must be
lovely lands somewhere starward, for none
! ever return that go there and we very much
doubt whether any would if they could.
"Diad last night" Well, in a. few days
as soon as they can--tbey take down the old
family Bible somewhere, and they write de-
parturc--tbe clearance of a soul. Sometimes
1t is bud, but as rare Ben Johnson said SO
! everybody thinks
',Twas but bud, ctdil contain
More sweetness than shall bloom again"
Sometimes blossom waited from the tree
by some returning breath, to heaven. How
different the record on the other page, a
year rso ago, when they wrote down the new
name--ihe same name they write now, but
ownerless: that will be thought of, but not
out tom; that may be heard few tines, but
not in the crowds, not in the merry festival.
out IN the twilight hours at home, and then
be syliabled no more. But while we think
OF 1t, was not that grond idea OF the old
Nisigoth--we are not quite certain, though,
that he traS one--to bid them turn aside riv.
er from its channel, and make his everlasting
bed therein, and then roll back the waters
over him Tor burial, that they may sing as they
went, mighty requiem for him! For where
better could he be laid, who traced the red
Missouri to its fountain springs, than there
within the crysttl cradle he had found! But
who VIII ever think as the river rolls through
night and day, from winter into spring, that
those bright walerrse above a grave? And
yet the River is not alone in that; TOR many
lite as sparkling and as free; that dances
on meath clear and cloud the same, NAV hde
I skeleton very near the heart; hope that's
never weakened more.
We have heard men say, they did not care
what late betel their cast off clothing, when
the great DisroOer comes on, but after all we
rather thought they did, some little, linger-
ing tenderness for the homestead OF the soul
We have known men tear down the old roof
tree that sheltered them from infancy, their
parents heads in age, to make the winters
fire, but we confess we deem them Vaudlls;
their memories torn out, and they are bu, lit
tie better than the covers of book We do
care where We lie, at last, and there are very
few indeed, vino have not given it thought.
10 turn to marble beneath the touch 0,
winter and lie unchanged, 10 banquet
Tor the worm, wrapped in snowy shroud d.
mong the Alps. until their heights So pale in
audience with God, grow rosy in the setting
sun, and vocal with the evening horn. the final
"Ranz dcs VacheS" of closing tme-there
would be somethil 9 grand about such Il re-
pose as shat; and how much nob!er than the
sweet herbs of Egypt and embalmer's linen
bands, and desecratiug hands.
What would y,u think ofa grave in the Sea
among the groves of red coral, where the stars
would shine oimly Gown, and where it would
not be quiet like night at all, whence He alone
who bade its waves be still, ana every one was
dumb, could summon an un6osoming of the
secrets it had acpt. But to lie in the dull
earth: it seems no wonder that we say, "light
rest the turf above him." when one we loved
is laid upon his lonely pillow, and the cold
coverlid of dark brown earth above There
is pent up,sulfocating thought that will not
let ones soul out, in that narrow subtorranean
cabin, that even the houseless and homeless
are sure of at the last, that "gives MS pause"
Those old gray dwelers In the Caves of Old
who slept in peace, till the hollow winds waf-
ted their dust away, to give new tenants room,
had palaces in COMPARISON Herewith.
They build no PYREs now, that waiting
not for the slow, crumbling processes of time,
seraph like did wait the body back to free air
again, on crimson wings of flame. The lit
tie that remains-a handful Of mere dust-is
gathered in an urn. 1t might have held a
flower that faded there and died. There's
nothing to appal; graceful thing it stands,
wseathed round with flowers; a solemn mon
itor-the empty goblet of the life we live!
But "died last night" Who died! Last
night at twelve. What name!
All! one did die whose birth was welcomed;
whose name was on all lips; who loved the
flowers, and kissed them e'en to blossomng;
who will be talked of when we ourselves are
dead. 1t WIS a maiden, the sweet child Of
Spring. When ten thouiard bells were ring
ing midnight ont, she died. Died and was
buried with her kindred in the Past. But
Yesterday, her name was everywhere; "n>w
none so poor to do it reverence;" and the rea-
son is only this:
Died last night" at twelve the month of
MAY $50 dies in human hearts the thought
Of death. June list.
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