The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-09-29
GFoR THE PRESS.
In Memoriana.

The intelligence borne upon the wings of the
melancholy intelligence of the death of near
and dear friend-we mean CHARLEY Gown.
The Saturday evening succeeding his solemn
burial, we visited your beautiful little city. The
storm howled most piteously the tyrants of the
tempest were celebrating their orgies of the
wind and rain; the elements seemed to be mock
ing each other; not one vestige of the wonted
cheerfulhess fingered around the spot endeared
to me by thousand recollectons. Next morn
ing, however, found the last nights wrath had
died away, and the elements were at peace with
each other. The Great King had sent abroad
his emissaries of love, and when the next day
came the golden sunlight trembled in the
heavens, as the emblem of his smile.
We repaired to the cemetery-the "city of
the dead, upon one of your beautiful hills the
shadows dwelt at its feet; while gazing up
wards, its summit seemed decked with a crest of
! sunbeam feathers The ascent was arduous.
Arriving at the sacred enclosure we paused,
before entering its limits to refresh ourself upon
a well-worn stile, and wonderingly contemplated
the magnificent picture that nature had spread
before me. The rolling torrents of the blue
Delaware, just beyond the base of the old hill
whereon we stood, reflected back the golden
sunlight of the morning, and as they danced
onward in their march to old Ocean, sang their
morning anthems of praise to the Infinite One
The mountains of sister State, pierced the
danthS of tho aznrn doma ahoua than. uUb;Io
the floating cloud banners of the morning, were
flung athwart the radiant drapery of the Skies
Peaceful homes and garlanded forests, crowned
the lofty hills in the far off distance The gilt
tering hosts of heaven had just retired before
the coming of the morning light and the early
star was not yet quite departed, but seemed re-
splendent with the diamond dew drops OF the
night, as it sank away from our view There
was nothing in the rolling waves there was
nothing in the grand old hills in the distance ;
there was not emblem in the feecy purple
banners o'erhead; there was nothing in the
voice Of the genial winds that whispered of
death. We saw nothing but life pulsating in
everything But we turned from our Temporal
! ry resting place, and soemnly and silently di-
rectly our footsteps to new made grave. We
were there Can this be the grave of him whom
we loved as brother ''Can it be-" we MUIR
INJURED, that bosom friend lies beneath this
dull, inanimate sod 2" Could it be that he OF
the sprghtly step, of the cheerful voice, Of
< the warm soul, the light of household, the
bright star of affection to one in the future, has
left it all Could it be that CHARLEY Gown
4 was dead That
" He sleeps his last sleep 2"
He was indeed, dead The last moments ever
spent in his company, were in listening to re-
: cital of his bright hopes of the future, and we
grasped the hand then warmer and responded
to his parting salutatons. What change
The light had faded from his eyes the win
:, dows of his soul were closed, and the golden
CLEAN of the sunlight had been shut from the
> chambers of his heart. The pulse was still; the
blood had forgotten its well-worn ways in a
thousand veins; the curling hair had forgotten
its simple arts of cluster, and the lips were rigid
y We pronounced his name, but no thrilling re-
spouse arose from that sepulchre Then, in
deed he was dead.
We bid farewell to his tomb; we were not
ashamed to do the homage of an earnest tear
as we turned from his grave, and leaving the
: cemetery, emerged amongst the living Peace
to his ashes
We shall ever preserve his memory, so long as
! we shall shall be privileged to enjoy our own
"lease of life,' as fragrant as the breath of ro-
ses and as sweetly as the melody of music
throbbng its thrilling strains in the midnight
air. We sympathise with those who were
bound to him by thousand ties by the bonds
OF consanguinity and kindred; with her to
whom he was the sun of existence, with those OF
his associates who shall listen in vain with ling
ering ears, to catch the sound of his well known
t footballs.
May he sleep in peace, until the last great
9 clarion shall burst the bands of his grave and
his spirit spring forth refreshed by its sumber,
, never more to die and suffer; and his happiness
2 be as bright and brilliant as the starry lights
o'erhead, that continually press forward with
} their barriers of fire, in their endless marches
, around the throne of the Great Eternal.
We drop the curtain, conscious that no one
will miss him more than I, his former respecter,
associate and bosom friend.
Gloucester Co., Sept. 26, 1859.
MOURNING FOR DoG.-A somewhat eccen-
trio woman of Boston suffered the locs nv death