Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-09-04

REPRINTED BY REQUEST. We have been asked
}orcprnt the following article which we prepared
for another paper over two years ago. Nopara-
graph OF ours has ever Travelled half so far or
fingered so long in memory. This is not attribu-
table to any literary excellence, for we can per
ceive but little in construction to commend il;
but it was the unadorned tribute which miners,
separated from their sisters and wives, would pay
to the memory of virtuous and beautiful woman
whose life went out when the sun was in the
zenith of bcoutys world. Strike the Harp Gen
tly was the name of sweet ballad which she
sang all through the mountains of California;
many times we have seen the tear start and
quickly hide itself ON the bearded check as the
full, clear voice of the singer swept through the
strings of that harp which hangs in the orotorio
of the soul, on which sound from home smitcs
like clenched hand Of iron:
'SrRIKE THE HARP GENrLY.'-We have rccci.
we'd Il message, dictated by the late Miriam Good.
enow Robh, few days before the gates of Para
disc were lifted up at the coming of one Of the
fairest and purest of those whom God created
a little lower than the angels Her request was
that Gen Allen and the editor of this paper would
not forget that she had livcd-that they would
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articles written about herself-that when Ella
shall have learned to read, she MAY honor the
name OF her lost mother and be taught that this
world is not so very drcary; because in this far
off sunset land, among the noddng frs and
bleak and silent crags of California; many u heart
calloused with the curse of gold, welled up like
II fountain in the desert, when the sweet voice OF
her mother bade the bearded miner Strike the
Harp Gently
Strange it is, when the Angel of Death is sent
to execute the decree of dust to dust, that the
young and beautiful perish, while the old, and
the deiormed and the heavy laden are left to toll
with their heavy bnrders! But so it is; the archer
sends his shaft at the soaring eagle rather han at
the partridge covering under the hedge; aud
when the lightning crowns the mountains brow
with fire, the ienoblcr trees escape its vengeance
bnt the lofty pine that lifts its head heav
aud mods to its Creator is blasted, and its branch
IS withercd, leaving only the riven trunk swaying
to and fro, writing ON the 0vera ching dome, in
characters invisible to mortal eye, Thy will he
done! And when the demons down under the
sea- come up and war among the waves, the
worthless hulk is thrown upon the beach, but the
noblcr ship goes down full of life and majesty.
And when the flower girl goes forth to gather
the firstborn Of the spring time, the lily, bending
with the purest Installations OF night, is gathered
first.
Rest thee swcoi e'A-oY. Rest thee beneath the
green prarics Of Illinois; and every evening
when the chaste sunlight draws its last magic
circle rouud thy sleeping place still honor2d by
tears and memory for the loved and lost, STRIKE
THE HARP GENTYp =
Aud the little ELtA In after years, when The
glow of womonhood has mautlcd her cheek when
the strangers kiss, pressed on her infant brow
shall have grown cold--whcn the chastc summer
wind sweeps up from Lake Michigan and plays
among the branches of the locust and the willow
in Gods acre when
The young lambs are playing in the meadows,
The young birds are chirping in the nesi
The young fawns are playing with the shadows,
And the young flowers are blowing towards the
west
let Ella, knceling by the honored grave Of genius
and beauty whisper to the watching angel
MnLhnr. SIrllLn Ihn Hmm GnnIlu 2