White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-09-08
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of half dozen ladies and gentlemen
started from the door of one Of the prince
" mansions in Girarj Place, and full o
gayety and spirits, turned towards BroaC
!. Street. Here they gave rein to thei
spirited horses. and at rapid pace rod
along this magnificent avenue. which, bu
for the railroad that dis6gures it, woulC
be without parallel in the cities of thu
Union.
j A few minutes swift riding brought
them into the suburbs, and after winding
through many shady lanes, and traversing
pleasant roads. adorned with citizens vii
las. they issued upon a spacious thorough
fare. crowded with carriages. pedestrians
and horsemen. and, soon after. descending
a hill, from which was a most delightful
rural prospect of woodland, lawn, and
river. they drew rein at the gate of the
Laurel Hill Cementery. By the courtesy
of the very gentlemanly originator and
director of this lovely spot. Mr.. Smith,
the ladies were permitted, without the
trouble of dismounting, to ride through
the gravelled avenues of this exquisite
place.
pray. Mr. Smith," asked one of the
ladies. distinguished less by a suburb
green riding-habit that swept the ground
with its flowing folds than by the elegance
of her figure. the dazzling beauty of her
face, the perfection of her seat in the sad
die, and the admirable nanege Of her
steed. "pray, Mr.. Smith, do tell me il
that is one of Thom's statues of Souter
JOHNNY you have in that niche ?"
"Ride nearer, Mrs. Wharton, where
you can look over the iron fence, and you
will recognize in it graver friend OF
yours than Souter Jonny," said the direc-
tor, smiling.
at is Old Mortality in very truth. Per-
cy-Frank. did you ever see anything so
perfect / wish Walter Scott were of our
party, and could see it. How it would
delight the old gentleman"
(Which of them, Scott or Mortality.
sis 90 asked the young man whom she
had called Frank, the very same young
gentleman that had made Caroline Archer
work a button-hole stitch on ga HEM"
A pair of the awn-colored gloves he had
purchased were upon his hands.
care You not ashamed, Frank, to de-
stroy Emma's sentiment ?" asked Percy
Wharton.
Frank has no more sentiment than
Sultan here - she said, patting her horse
upon the name. "See how intelligently
he looks, as if he was alive to the beau
ties of the sculpture and had read Waiver
ly. Ont upon you. brother Frank"
"Believe me. sis. he is trying to spell
out that tin sign hung on the statue, like
porter's label"
"Silence, brother this is no place for
light conversation. Indeed. think it
will be wrong to ride through the Gene
terry"
TRAINS Of funeral carriages traverse it
daily, Mrs. Wharton" said the proprie-
tor, land always drive in my own ba-
rouche"
"You had best ride in. Emily" said
Percy, "as we have planned a long ride
before we return to the city, and there
will be detention in remounting."
Slowly moving along the ascending
and winding avenues, the whole party,
accompanied by the attentive director,
went through the whole cemetery. linger-
ing here and there before a monument.
and selecting lovely spots where they
would love to lie when life's cares were
over.
"EL1zABErH!" repeated Mrs. Wharton,
pausing before a simple block of white
marble erected above a green grave
"How touchingl Not another word on
the tombl How afFectingly touching !
Here is another-'MY DAUGHTER, AGED
SEVENTEEN YEARS. What tale these
few eloquent words tell %
Tins they wandered through the rural
grounds of the cemetery, yet pausing a
moment on the highest part, where all the
ways meet. to contemplate prospect that
has no equal. The Schuylkill stretched
away to the right and left. presenting on
either hanl the most perfect scenery. so
that it was difficult to decideswhich were
the lovelier. the northern or southern view.
Its banks were adorned by groves Of oak
and elm. that from sloping green hills
descended till they hung over the water.
which was black with their shadows
Numerous villas. with lawns of bright
green spread before them. studded here
AMI there with a copse or group OF ven
cradle trees. were half hid. half seen
through the forests on either shore; while
the quiet and repose of the whole was re-
lieved and enlivened by gai'y painted ca
nal barges. gliding beneath the banks and
filling the air with the wild melody Of
their bugles.
"How lovely 70 was the exclamation
of all, after they had surveyed the beauty
of the prospect.
"Do yoa remember Mount Auburn ?"
asked Percy of Emily.
Eyes, but it is less lovely than this.
Here, merhinks. 1 wonld willingly repose
after death. 1 never thought so of Mount
Auburn. There is gloom and awful
solemnity about its deep glens and dark
dells, fringed with pine and cypress. that
made me shudder as / entered them.-
What Iovelier place Of repose could one
desire. dear Percy. than beneath yOnder
graceful willow-where the sunbeam is
broken into diamonds ere It falls on the
sward. and where the singing birds light
and pour forth their happy song Z"
ga literary friend of mine. who was