Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1855-10-04
Mourning.


day, more than any other, that we, frail ten
cments Of clay, arc called upon TO consign to Z
earth the mortal remnants OF the objects oil
our hearts. The day hallowed in our memo
~ as belonging 10 the quiet hOurs, among the
happy genial scenes Of childhood, when
The mother whom we loved was wont TO call
her children round the cold Arm Chair
and teach them justice. honesty and honor
how strangc it is that this day, calling 70 the .
mind. the luzuriant, clustering Tcccl!ections +
Of the happiest mOmentsof our lives should .
also dwell in association with the tolling bell,
the nall. the bier, and the bgcaking heart
When seated at the window on the Sabbath 7
morning, with quiet, peace and harmony on
All around. where IS the man who is not ap-
prosched a, such time with the happy
thoughts Of ether happy days The lit
tie creatures whom you loved, ia other
times. again surround you, and the school
fellows of your boyhood, are scattering the
spring-fowcrs and their perfumes about on
every hand. But memory u'Ore' along. The
dark Sundays como to mind when you saw
those little mortal flowers fade away and dis
sppsAs forever The dismal Sabbath IS re
mem bersd. when the heavens darked from
your vision, and the clouds Of snow deseeu 4
cd TO wrap you il their cold embrace, and tn
frozen clods fell from tho sezton's shovel o.
tho cofiu lids, Tat clasped those marble
forms which seemed in death 10 hold you'
hcart-striugs with them in the grave.
We all have thoughts like these on Sun
day,-ou a dreary Sunday like the past,
and II is then that thought IoW reign supreme,
that iJs aud deaih, shorudeG in mystery, '0iH
come to us "a things that we must feel, aud
know, aud understand. And yet, can yor
coupgshena their seeming inconsistencies?
Look back 70 your childhood and ofthe many
that were nearest dearest, truest to you
heart, srto are left? How well 90 we remem
Der the brilliant intellect, the high 1owin
spirits, aud the bright pictures Of the future
of those young men the last, almost the OIL
of our boyhooI's frieu.is, who now lay SmoGl
deriug in untinely graves. Oas was born
from earth, when the bow Of hope was ju
Upon the horizon, when the light of life W.
brirh sui chesriuS, but while the realities
manhood were yet glimmering IN the futur-
A,Otlsr, like the fist, proud in he conscious
ness Of mind and inherent power, bold
aud true, with a large soul aud great heart
had approached the gaol Of youths fancics
in manhood, aud tasted Of the pleasure o
Tfe's purest and highest gifts. He was tn
possessoro Of a happy home the husband OF
trusting wife, the father Of bright an.
ovelv child, and lived honored for his intel
.ect and loved for the nobienezs Of his H.
ture. There was too much happiness whel
he lived for this cold and drcary world. TIN
earth was made too lear paradise, and tn
spirit struggling to remain among US longer
of him we IN so loved, at last was calle'
away TO move in that celestial realm wher
no letters can restrain its everlasting aspira
tious.
How gloomy yesterday-the Sabbath day
became! Gloomy, indeed, to the widowe'
mother who followed the remains Of her no
be, generous son--so late the stay Of hi
parent and the pride of his friends, 10 tn
cold and silent tomb. What bright hope
were blasted, what noble aspirations crushe'
in the untimcly and cruel death Of this youn
man? But, after all, we know not what may b
Eis gain by dying when he did. The worl
to manhood, Is q dreary, cold and selfish Oh
ct best. The path Of life IS hedged wit
thorus, aud thistIes tear Us when we tTea
where roses seem TO grow. Friendship ofte
ends ln hate and love becomes an IDLE son,
Re did not live to learn as all r7srs 10, TIL:
the happiest and the brightest hopes "
mortals know are those that ripen into bitter
ness and gall.
But, we cannot without sacrilese, approac
the bleeding heart, and offer sympathy
those that mourn. affections broken ties. An
set, the fathers Of that boy and Of the writ,
escs were friends. We then viii ventul
contribute to the dead, aud % the living, vii
the poet, say
But wherefore weep! the mstchless spiIit scars
Be- oud whcro splendid shines the orb OF day;
And weeping Angels lead 1t % tboso bowers
Where eudless pleasures virtues deeds repay.
And shall presumptuous moflals Heaven arraign,
And, Dadly, god-like providence aecusef
Ali 20, Ear DIV from attempts so vain;
III ne'er submission 20 my God TefdSc-
g. VET 4. remembrance OF those virtues dear,
Yet, fresh memory Of that bsauteous face;
sill they call fotth any warm a1-ctou's tear,
still IN nay heart rsi IN rrir Waitta lace