Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1858-02-11
Written for the Green Mountain Freeman.
Mary is Dead.


"Mary is dying" was softly whispered in
her darkened room. The mild summer air
stole quietly in through the closed blinds,
and naught broke the solemn stiffness save
stifed breathings and half-snppressed signs.
A few moments passed, and Mary is dead"
was sadly breathed in the sombre room, and
then there were gentle footsteps, and low,
sad murmuring of voices.
"Mary is dead" was softly whispered in
the hall and other apartments. and the whole
household was wrapped in loneliness and
gloom.
MARY is dead" was repeated to the near
est neighbors, and they fastened to the house
of affection and bereavement.
Mary is Dead" was lowly murmured
among the school-children, and then there
was momentary pause in their mirth, after
which, with lightly-bounding hearts, they
went to their play.
"Mary is Dead" fell upon the ear of the
reveler, and he stopped, looked around, then
resumed the wine cup, The bell tolled. TIL
traveller inquired the cause, paused moment
and then went his way.
"Mary is dead" was whispered in the ear
of the stud, mt in his quiet room. He CLOSED
his book, unused short time on the brevity
and vanity of lite, and the instability of al
earthly things, and then with ardor began tc
climb the rugged hill of Science and Fame
hoping for long years of health in which tc
| nersue his amhitious nlans
Mary is dead" was repeated in the hear.
ing of the fair-browed maiden, and teal
started in her eye as she thought Of the many
happy hours that she had spent in the compa
ny of the departed, and then with an elastic
step she went to prepare for the evening ball
"Mary is dead" came to the blasphemeri
ear, and he thought of her youth, beauty
and innocence, and forgot the oath he wa'
about to utter
MARY is dead" was breathed in the vii
age store, and the man OF trade pondere(
for moment on the mysterious ways o
Providence, and then with the combined ener
gies of soul and body, laid deep plans to Sc
cure the riches aud honors of earth.
"Mary is dead" was casually repeated il
the lawyers office, and her geesome voic'
and merry laugh seemed to ring for an in
slant in his ears, and then he was deeply alb
sorbed in the business Of the day.
"Mary is dead" was told within the hear
ing of the physician. He made passing re
mark and went his way.
Mary is dead" was softly whispered tt
William, and there came pallor tohis cheek
and a dimness to his eye.
MARY is dead" was breathed throug hou
the large circle of her acquaintance, ant
there was slight pause in the round Of fash
iOnable gayety and folly and then the strean
of vanity flowed on deeper and wider thai
before. A few weeks passed, and j." Mary i
dead" was seldom uttered by her forme
companions and associates.
"Mary is dead,' was remembered only b,
la few tried friends, who fondly cherished he
memory with an affection that can never die
Fellow mortal, though friends thron
around thee with many professions of low
and esteem, yet think not that there will b
Igrievous mourning and bitter lamentations o
earth when thou art gone. Thou, like flow
er, shalt wither, and another wilt occupy tn
place. A few months, Or at most, fey
years will pass away, and then thy name wi
sink in oblivion and thy resting place be fol
gotten. LYDIA Il. WHITE