The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1857-12-10


Lloycd all of them, and they seemed to
love me, too. My new father met us
at the door, and as he babe us welcome,
L saw tear steal down his furrowed
cheek. loved him, and almost felt
that had robbed him of a son. But
when his wife, pale, delicate being, met
us in the center Of the parlor and ac-
knowledgod us both as children, my
fears we're allayod, and I felt that an
other was added to their small band Of
children, to love them even as they.
But soon we were summoned home to
the bedside of my sisters botrothed,
who they said was dying Oil the
heavenly tranquility Of that scenel-
I tremble lest my pen should mar its
beauty. It was but that morning that
they knew the death-angel was lowering
over the body Of the loved son, brother
and friend.
Never, never shall I forget the scene.
1t left an indeliblo impression that
cannot be erased this side the grave.
If I was capable of feeling so much,
what must have been the feelings of
her, whose very soul was interviewer
with his, with brighter than golden,
and finer than silkor cords2
But, gentle reader, think you there
was nothing to console her, as he was
passing the dark valley of Death?-
Oh! there was. "Mary," he exclaimed,
Il am dying. But I am not afraid
to die" And even while struggling
with the "Eing of Torrors," he mani
tested his anxiety for her, thinking the
sight would be too painful for her loving
heart, and asking her to leave the room
that she might be spared the pain of
witnessing the dissolution Of soul and
body.
But she, faithful being, fingered near
him and watched his spirit takes its
fight to worlds unknown. His last
gaze rested upon her, and a smile
wreathed his lips that fingered long
after the soul was with its God.
He looked lovely in his wedding
robes, attired for the grave. His tired
soul was at last free, and his weary
spirit at rest. A large number of
mourners attended when the body was
consigned to the tomb Yet we all
mouncd not as those without hope
For we feel that if we rightly live, VIC
will dwell with him in heaven among
the redeemed. We left him in the Qui
ct churoh-yard, all alone with the dead
The autumn winds blew over his bee
and covered it with fading leaves
Sleep on, Wallace, naught can harm
thee in thy narrow abode. Soon viii
we weave ohaplots of flowers to strev
above thee, and the birds will tun,
their evening hymns, to thy slumbors
A marble slab marks his grave, bear
ing his name and ago, and a sculptureC
weeping willow. Draw near, kline
reader, and hear the cpitoph ongravci
there:
My work is done--I've gone to Heaven,
To live where angels dwell
Each stain made pure, each sin forgiven,-
Then, dearest friends, farewell!
My work is doue-I'vo gone to rest,
And you must follow oni
Then, Mary, cease to bo distressed,
And say, "Thy will be done"
Yes, dear sister, cease to weep and b
distressed, andsay "Thy will be done.
I know the cup is bitter, but refuse
not for one giveth it-oven GoD.
What if the garb of mourning ha
to be donned, and the wodding-robc
laid by2 Remember that life is but
stinted dew-drop, compared with tn
ocean of Eternity. And you will me,
again as angels. Sacred, sweet che
> ished thought Let this inspire tho
to so on in thy lonely pilgrimage.
, $50 live, that whom thy summons comes
Join
The nnumerable caravan that moves
TO the paler ealms Of shade, where ea'
shall take
/ His chamber I'm the silent halls Of Deathi
Thou 60 not like the quarry-slave at nigh
scourged to his dungeon, but sustained al
q soothed
By an uRAlering trust approach thy door
' As one who wraps the drapory Of his conc
s About him aud lies down TO pleasa
dreams"
And there wilt thou meet thy Low,
D one.
East Monroe, Ohio.
o Men may lose by being too commun
E cative The great laconio philosophC
Shirk, says: "Keep shady, and if "
sec quarter on the ground, put yo
IS foot on it,"
An eastern editor heads his list {
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