Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1858-05-20

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young man, the son Of an English nobleman,
who died here in 1850, in his twenty first year,
OF consumption. His is Of itself touching
tale, and if simply stated, would EriDg tear
to many an eye, which remains dry on reading
o lengthy ad ress on the tombstone, commell-
cling in this labored strain Amid the wrecks
of earthly glory and cherished hope, and where
unfading still the day-spring from ON high visits
reviving nature" etc How much more beau
tifal are these unaffected words, over the grave
of another young man Of about the same age,
which, simple as they are, yet form touching
history Of themselves - In memory Of Ben
jamin F. Allen, Of Boston, q. S., who died at
Rome, Jan. 10, 1858, aged 90 years and
months, having come hither for the study Of
his profession"
We oftenmeet the familiar name of Boston
on these memorials Of the dead. Near the
tomb of Shelley, is attic grave half hidden
by elambering vines aiio flowers /; it is that Of
the only son Of the sculptor, William Story !;
and the tombstone records that the little in
mate was born in Boston III lS47, and died in
Rome in 1853 /; the plain slab is only orlia-
mented by half opened morning glory sculp-
tured thereon, while around the plat of ground
are cornices, as it were, of stoue, on which are
incribed verses from the Bible, none more bean
tiful and divinely appropriate than this heav-
emily consolation, J. Go thy way, thy son lv-
eth" In the newer part Of the graveyard
lies an infant child Of Prof. James Russell
Lowell, who died here few days ago. 1t is
now February but not the February of Bos
ton, and rose bush cncircles with its leaves
and roses the little tombstone. Pushing aside
the fragrant binds, read these beautiful
words" The angels in heaven do always be-
hold the face of my Father"
The tombs in this cemetery are unusually
free from the wretched doggerel so frequently
found in most gravsyards, and almost every
one bears some few words from the Bible,
which is the only and exhaustless storehouse
Of quotations appropriate for such place.
When we see these familiar, but never hack
neyed phrases, "Snffer little children to come
unto me - know that my Redecmer liv-
eth" and others from the Old as well as the
New Testament, that seem always to she'd
holy peace about the graves above which they
are written, it seems Incredible how any one
can place upon the tembs Of those they love
the rhymes which we so often see, that would
ID any place be insipid, but in this connection
tati0ns. fafniiiaf Is they ARE never seem hack
neyed, but on the marble slabs, and beneath
the churcb-yard cypress, strike us with more
than divine beauty. well remember how
heavenly seemed this consolation recorded by
the parents Of a Young girl who was buried
here Weeping may endure for season,
but joy cometh with the morning." Compare
that with any Of the poetry Of the uninspired
writer's, and decide which is the most appro-
pirate to be carved over the flower of love that
has faded, aud whose dust lies below.
There are few Italian inscriptions, but among
them the following is one as sweetly beautiful
as any uninspred could be. 1t is over the
grave Of little child, and simply says:
Venue a Roma
Sail al Cielo.
As a work of art, the most pretentious
monument is a handsome Gothic structure to
an English clergyman and the most beauti-
full, that over little English boy. 1t only
represents child holding butterfly, and ly-
ing asleep at the foot of the Cross. He seems
to have been tired Of play, and to have drop
ped down quietly to rest, to rise again soon in
renewed strength.
One tomb bears only two initials, J. K
nothing more. There is one erected to the
memory Of young lady, family governess,
by the family with whom she was staying,
with remarkably appropriate inscription sta
ting the fact, but entirely free from any thing
like condescension or patronage. Another
covers the remains Of Gustave Whiting, young
artist of great PROMISE who died at the early
age of twenty-four, and whose pupils have
erected this memorial of their esteem An
other tells the sad fate of young man aged
81, who lost his life while on visit to Tfvoli,
by his foot slipping while coming out of the
Cave of Neptune !" he was thus suddenly
killed in the presence Of his entire family.
There is one on which widowed mother
seems to pour out her whole grief, and impiore
the sympathy of the world--and no one will
withhold that sympathy as he reads that i" Be
meath this stone are inferred the remains of Ro-
So Bathurst, who was accidentally drowned in
the Tiber OIL the Saith of March, 1924, owing
to tire swollen state of the river, and while on
riding party, her horse taking fright. She
was the daughter Of Benjamin Bathurst, whose
disappearance when on special mission to
Vienna some years since was as tragical as un-
accountable mo positive accounts of his death
ever having been received. He was lost at
twenty. six years of age. His daughter who in
herited her fathers PROJECTIONS. both mental
and personal, had completed her sixteenth
year when she persisted by as disastrous a
fate,n and the bercaved wife aud mother had
raised this stone to their memories Beneath
the lengthy inscription is a bas-relief BY West
maeott, Dr., representing an angel guiding a
fair yonng girl. while the waters of the Tfbcr
are seen flowing beneath.
Very many are the artists--painters or
sculptors- who lie buried here. bat perhaps
none have gained a wider fame than Wyatt,
the welEknown sculptor.
The tomb of Shelly undoubtedly attracts
very many visitors to this cemetery, who would
otherwise pass it by unnoticed. Often as
have heard the grave Of this poet mentioned,
or seen descriptions of it IN books Of travel, /