Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-01-14
JANUARY 1z, 1857

are others gazing, through food of fond
tears, into those g sightless orbs'' as though
they would speak parting word, or convey
through their CLASSY dimness a ray of hope
to the senseless slumberer to meet where
separation can never mar the sweet eommu-
mon OF the devotedly attached, nor death
have power to aim a blow at the ties of kin
dred spirits Why all this, and more? The
energy that sent to the heart its life-throbs,
tnat lent an expressive lustre to the eve
tnat blazcd In full animation on the counte
nance, this mysterious agency has been re-
taxed by an lRscrutable Providence. and a
lfeless form, which the withering hand of
death Itself could not rob of its loneliness
iies extended IN the paralizing embrace of
shat monster, with whom we all must. soon
| or or later, grapple in fatal conflict.
ff1 Al hen eioquently doth The dark coffin.
the winding sheet, the rigid feasures Of a
pale victim speak the mortality of man
how forcibly doth the oppressive silence of
deaths chamber drive conviction to the heart
that -'''
Death is melancholy call,
solemn Judgment for US ALL"
Reader, wish you could visit Hattie's
grave, recline on the polished tombstone,
ana near her history. Your heart would ex-
perlence plaintive thrill, tender pathos
would peryade every moral sensihility, YOUR
thoughts would become pleasantly absorbed
IN the contemplation of her matehess char
acter, the moments, aye, the hours would
stealsoy unnoted, till you breathed rever-
entlal sigh, and unconsciously strolled from
the spot to ind respite from the engaging
revere. But if your inclination leads you
70 make the experiment, go not in the grey
twilight, when the mild zephyrs are dallying
with the rich curls and Kissing the moist
cheeks, as IT to absorb the heart-essence
which anon gushes from the sparkling foun-
talns, whose waters an occasional sob breaks
forth atresh, of a sweet girlbud of seven
summers, as she proceeds on her SOLITARY
ramble. Let not thy stranger presence rem
der the wonted resort abortive It is Hat
ties little sister. She is going, she goes ey-
cry evening, pensive pilgrim, to the shrine
the last long res ting place of her around
whose sister-heart the synpathies of her own
were entwined. And for what has this tim
Id looking child strayed from the old home
stead away down behind the hills to the ''fam
lily burying ground ?" Let the heart, that
has felt the pang of sundered sisterly affec
tion answer; and who has not lost sister
:" hush Methinks ! catch distant not,
OF music, sweet as angels sing muses. littl,
Nina returning from her frequented lionel,
retreat among monuments and statues, antt
sepulchral pyramids that CLEAN like gan
spectres in the dim light of the stars. Yes
l know that voice; learned it in nv in
FAINT hours it mingled in the song Of m,
lullaby, and caresses were dearest when it
sweet accents fell with them. Hush SHE
sings, and to me, in strains, Oh how char
ming-
Sister spirit, come away"
If, IN passing that family burying ground,
-e.a l--~-------l;@ai-5---d .aoani go yoad -
ep1taph it will teE you ,A.s ..s
new song, even praises unto Him that Low
ed Us and gave himself for us, and washe
US and made US white in the blood of til
Lamp COY.
Camden, N. G.