Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-04-29
From the Wisconsin Chief.
JUDS0N HUTCHINSON.

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And so another Of the Hutchinson IA
mily has turned aside. A shadow Drift
ed over his sensitive spirit, and with his
own hand he severed the brittle thread
which anchored him to earth. One by
one, the members Of this band of broth
ers' have ceased their songs on EARTH
We watch the wasting of this circle with
sadness. We shall not look upon their
like again. Their songs were the good
old songs of yore,-sweet, touching, and
home-like. They went down into the
heart, and invoked a thousand of the
holieg memories of childhood and home
of kindness, truth, and heaven. We
were always the better for their singing
always had tears to shed, as their har-
monies stole over the beclouded spirit
like vision Of beauty and peace. There
have been singers abroad of greater mu-
sical attainments, scientifically speaking,
but none who reached more directly the
gentler and better emotions of the heart
Three of the brothers were under our
roof when the noble Lloyd Mills was
wasting with consumption. The genial
wit of the eccentric Judson, or the kind
ling enthusiasm of the impulsive John,
could not dispel the shadow which al
ready rested damply on the soul of Mills.
As they rose to leave, the three gathered
fraternally around the invalid, and with
hands upon his head, sang Where shall
the soul find rest The scene has never
passed from memory. 1t was joyous to
weep under the influences of such a song.
The very light of bliss seemed to rest
upon the half sad and half smiling coun-
tenance Of Judson, as his eyes were up
turned, and the harmonies of their voices
seemed to die out among the angels
Mills and Judson are both over the riyerl
A little over year ago, two of the
brothers Judson and John, were again
under our roof, when the days of the
writer seemed nearly numbered. We
laughed and cried alternately at the
quaint wit and touching pathos of judi
son, as the fnllness of his child-Iike heart
gushed out in chat and song. He spoke
Of the terrible seasons of depression,
which at times came over him, and shiv-
cred at the thought of some terrible fate
which he was sure would some day be
his. II toW come he said, and he
looked dreamily and sadly into vacancy.
As the brothers arose to go, they stood
by the door, side by side, faces inclined
kindly toward each other, and sang,
We live for those who love us,
For those who re kind and true:
For the heaven which glows above us,
And which we're Fastening TO-
The liquid eye of Judson was melting
with that touching gentleness and trust
which so endeared him to all who knew
him, and as he clung to our hand, half
lightly said at parting, IF we see you
not again, wen sing for you in heaven
Surely our kind Father will not shut
the wayward and unfortunate child of
song from the choir where the angels
are singing?
Some Of our exchanges speak lightly
Of Judson--charge his death to his sspir-
iiualism.' Not a word Of truth. He
insanity. The fearful malady
was burning in his veins, and be felt
conscious that sooner or later, the doom
would overtake him. As we know not
the darkness of that hour when he drift
ed out upon the unknown sea, so let US
not speak haF5hly of the dead. Tread
lightly over his ashes, for he was our
kinsman! I. w. b.