Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1856-01-03

DEATH IN THE CoUsTRY,-In q country Vil-
Ilape a death is a solemn event. The loud tones
of groups discussing politics are sOitened, and
the villagers .alk in sonoWful accents Of the de-
parted and the bereayed. The day of the bu-
rial is as a Sabbath. The bell Of the village
church, with its SLOW, solemn toll, calls then
together they stand around the grave reveren-
dallv. with heads uncovered, and all feel more
or less impressed by the thought that soul
that was with them yesterday had gone TO meet
its maker. So it is even when one full OF years
is gathered to his fathers; but when by some
sudden accident the young or the middleaged
are taken, the shock is deeply felt Gods band
has passed very near them. All gaisty is out
of place. and parties are postponed; pic-nicers
and excurtionisls hear the sad news as they re-
turn their mirth is suddenly arrested, and with
white lips and doleful good night, they disperse,
without the gay evening they had anticipated.
But in a city it is never thus, Death and dane
ing are under the same roof, and the wall Of
the widow and the notes Of the violin might Of
ten be heard min Cling but for the hustle Of the
noisy street. A man who has been employed
by YOUR side is dead, He lived off somewhere
in the western part Of the city you don't know
where-another takes his desk. and by the
morrow he is almost forgotten. Even the most
terrible accidents, claim attention but for a mo-
ment.
On Wednesday afternoon, the Joe Ross ex.
ploded under the windows of Greenwood Hail
and the engineers manglsd corpse was dashed
in fragments on the pavement beneath. His
remains were gathered up and carried into the
building adjoining, where CorOner'sJury was
summoned and at 9 O'Clock left the chamber Of
death to 90 where? Perhaps to the banquet
and ball in Greenwood Hall, for before they
had concluded their inquest, the voices of rev.
elry, the swell Of music and the pattering Of
tiny feet were beard in the adjoining room.
We do not say they went there, but such
things are done in cities and thought nothing
lof.
Between the scene Of the accident and the
place where the dead body lay, was one of the
gayest of festa scenes-where beaux and bel
les hertel where the middle-aged filed them
selves to repeton with delicacies, and the
young o'erflowed with love and passion. How
different all these felt from that new made wild
ow, as she pressed to hers those icy lips, and
then her unconcious infant to her bursting
heart.
But we do not say that these dancers were
ur feeling On the contrary-sOme of them
were our most benevolent and phanthropic cit
izen We design only to show how little heed
ed is death in cities 1t is too frequent to alarm.
The hearse and the long train of carriages pass
US every day, but we have no time to think of
them, and one day we tco shall be deposited in
the narrow house, and none will stop to think
of us.
Gods hahd-as manifested in death rarely
arrests attention in great cities. To these the
pestlleuce that walketh in darkness and the de-
struction that wasteth at noon-day are sent to
humble them before God, but in the country
his hand is seen and felt in every new made
grave, and great calamities are not needed to
remind man of bis Maker Gin. Gazette.