The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1857-03-28
miscellaneous.
For Tile Cecil Whig.
Rhymes to the Dead.

The friends and relatives of poets die and
Rome of them bcwail their loss in touchingly
beautiful poems. The friends and relatives
of those who are uot poets die, and some of
them bcwa,l their loss in disgustinsly stupid
thymc. The former give us their productions
IN print, and afford us ncver-ceasing Sourc,
of qualification the latter do likewise and
MI its with nnttterablc disgust. Some Of the
finest poems known 70 the English language
have been written by bards upon such occa-
sions,-among which we will mciiton only
Lord Littletons Monody upon the death of
Lady Littleton; Burns dirge upon the death
of his Highland Mary, and Iialccl's lament
upon the death of Rodman Drake. Aud some
of the most intulernLlc pieces Of dogscrcl are
manufactured ctciy day by boobys upon such
occasions, some few of which We propose to
give For about inchth we have watched
the death notices In rity daily flor among
them the illusions to which We allude, APP
pcar) and give below few specimens of the
stanzas with which many of these announce
ments are decorated.
First and foremost let It's read the following
which is appended to the notice Of the death
ola lady, whom We judge to have been a wife
and mother.
Farewell my husband and children dear
am not dead but sleeping here;
Prepare for death, for die you must.
And with your wife and mother sleep in dust.
As this is the bcst--no, we are wrong in u.s.
ing the adjective best" in any such conneX-
ion-thc most readable of tho lot, we leave it
without comment Except that we found it
about twenty times during the month) and
pass to the next, which is On the death Of a
husbard.
Farewell. dear husband. thou art gone to rest,
And left mo with aching breast;
Ills hard to think thou didst soon DEPART
Ane leave me with breaking heart
Friend that I've loved, remember still by me,
How oft at midnight hour think Of thee,
Aud when ut morn rise this aching head,
l wake to sad remembrance that thou art dead.
Thou vast so young, so gentle and so fair.
And naught ON earth to thco could compare:
Thy early death will oft recall a sigh,
To think that all that's beautiful must die.
Thy mother and wife loved thee dear,
And DER thy grave will shed many tear; trhc d.
Where cer on earth moved thy every pleasure
Thy absence makes that happy home waste.
If ever more bad grammar and nonsense were
compressed in the same space than there is
in these stanzas, we have yet to See it. They
however appear to he favoritcs. We find
them used no less than five times in the same
paper on the same day, and in every case
precisely as we have given them. with the ex-
ccption of "dcar husband &c." being chang
Is, to "dcar wife &c." to suit the occasion
i,pon Which they are used for they have to
do service for husband, wife, mother, sister
and the whole family. The author Of them
whoever he, she Or it may be, must be ge-
MUS Of rare ability and deserves, at least, q
leather medal.
But let US look at the next one, which is on
the death Of child. Here it isl
This lovely bud so young and fair,
Called hence by early doom,
Just came to show how sweet a flower
In Paradise would bloom.
Dear mother, shed no tear for me,
Fur far beyond lhe tomb
There is land styled Paradise,
Where shall ever bloom.
Weep not dear mother for your child
Wecp not dear father for your son,
am going to Him who rules ssF
The children OF the heavenly home.
ot when am gone think not Of me,
For an nnsel your Charley will be
Now Charley must have been, what in "ould
lr,land'' would be called "a broth of boy, !"
for he figures in a variety of characters. We
first have him as "a bud,'' next he blooms as
flower, and finally concludes his metamor-
phoses by becoming an angel Truly Char
ley must have been an interesting and rather
odd specimen Of Humanity to have undergone
so many singular transformations.
We might 60 on and give pages ofextraets
similar to the above. but do not care to bore
the reader by 50 doing. Suffice it to say that
in the course Of the Single month during
which we have taken the trouble to examine,
we have found all the above moreeaur and a
dozen others equally as execrable, OH an aver
age OF at least twenty tunes and in the same
city daily" When, or where, or by whom
these lachrymose illusions were perpetrated
we have no means Of asccTtaining, but iftheir