Mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.) 1854-1860, 1860-05-26
A GRAVE WITHOUT A MONUMENT.

Inc nODIeSt OF cemeteries Us the ocean. ItS
poetry is, and in human language, ever will be,
unwrittcn. Its elements of sublimitv arc sub
ircts Of feeling, not description. Its records,
like the reflection mirrorcd on its wRveIeSS boz
som. cannot be transferred TO paper. Its vast
ness, its eternal hcavingS its majestic music,
in storm, and its pcIs, are things which |
had cndcavorcl thousand times to conceive,
bnt until was on its mighty bosom, looking
out upon lis moving mountain waves, feeling
that eternity was distant from me but the
thickness Of Singc plank, had tried in vain
to feel and know the glnrieS and grandeur of
the SEA there first felt what John of PatmoS
meant when he said Of heaven, "Thcre shall
be no more sen" But there Is one element Of
moral Submitv which impressed my mind,
and which should hc pleased if ] could trans.
fer in all its vividnrSS, to the minds Of your
readers. The seals the largest Of cemeteries,
and all its Slumbcrcrs sleep without n monu-
mcnt.-All- other grnYe Ynrds. in all Ian Is.
show some symbols Of distinction between the
great and the small the rich and the poor; hut
in that ocean cemetery the king aud the clown,
the prince and the peasant, are alike undiStin-
guishcd. The same wave rolls over All-the
same requiem, 10y the minStrelSy Of ocean, is
sung to their honor. Over their remains the
same storms beat and the same sun shines :;
aud there unmarked, the weak aud the power
iul, the plutne,l aud the uhhonored, will sleep
ON, until awakened by the same trump, the sea
will give up It's dead. thought of sailing
-nXrr-ihe-S -SluntLerinE- hut devoted -Cnnkman,
who, after his brief but brilliant career, perish
rd IN the ePrrsi.lpHt-0vrr the laughter.lovinp
Power, who went down in the same ill., fatcd
vcsScl We may have passed. In that cemetery
sleeps the accomplished and piouS Fisher; hut
Ia, onl ncn ntb nf
spirits Of earth lie, no one hut God knowcth.
No marble rises to point out where their ashes
are gathered, Or where the lover of the good
and wise eau go and shed the tear Of Sympa-
thy Who can tell where lie the tens Of thou
! sands Of Alric'S suns who pclished in the
"Initlllc paSSagr:" Yet that cemetery hath
0rnamtntS Of which M other can boast. On
no other are the heavenly orbS reflected in
such Splcndor. over no other is heard such
noble melody. In no other are so many inim-
table traces Of the power Of Jehovah. Never
can forget my days aud nights aS passed
over the nohlcSt Of cemeteries, Tithout Il Stm-
! gle haAth OhUmCht.
SOMEBODY'S BAm.-Ah. YES every mortal
was somebody's baby once. As a general
rule every one has been cared for in infancy
! by mother and fathcr--ut lruSt, some -onr
took an interest in its cunning little WAYS, and
smiled atitS playful, half unconscious gambolS
Even the hired nurses Of charity have hearts,
and u baby finds its way to anything worthy
Of the designation.
Every one was once somebody's baby -
How often think of that, aS | encounter ia
the street some poor degraded creature, from
whom all decent people shrink away
That drunkard, recling along, utterinc
thS in thn in nSnniiv nT infOS;rot;nu l,,;,,-
the doorstep, grovclnG in the gutter-be
coming, through the influence of rum, beast
in form and mind-that man was somebody's
baby.
That womnn-nh that fallen woman, deck
ed in the garb of fashion, but more wrctchcd
than the poorest bcgGar who retains her vir.
/ tuc-cvcn that woman was somebody's baby
Well, il that somebody SlumherS now beneath
the turf, She knows not of her daughters dc.
graduation
This crawling bcggar, using his personal
and mental dctOrmitrS rs an advertisement t.
draw charity proud child Of poverty
dying bv inches Of hunger and cold vet
hiding it to the laSt-thiS toiing laborcr, this
whitchcadrd coal.hcnvcr, each and all wcr,
somebody's baby once!
The hundreds who fall upon the battlefield
the victims of every tragcdy-thc murdered
men found laying by the wnySdc, and the
men who killed thcm-thcsc were all some
bOdyS babies.
All. think Of that. Yes, and the grcat
men whom we applaud; the heroes, the &c
muses., the good, and the noblc. c.hrartcd-somc
body owned each Of them, clnSplng him up to
her bosom, folded him in her arms wrapped
him in dainty blankets, said little PRAYER.
over him before he could speak, was proud o
4 H., 4,
else saw anything in him but little pink
/ faced baby.
Whenever think of great thing, look al
n great man. applaud noble thought, gaze
upon great picture, or listen to a great niece
Of music. | think to myself" All! some
ones heart On earth or in heaven ycarns for
you who did this thing" Young or old
handsome or ugly, rich or poor You are some.
bodyS baby after all-Somchulv'S growing
smiling, darling baby, worth oil the world be-
side
Ponder upon it, friends and when YOU
would he harsh or cruel to this man or that
woman, let the thought soften your heart and
tongue, for surely you could never break tn,
hcartpf" Somebody's Baby"
ES' ---~s~~
! TiIE PRE'EMINENCE OF THE PRESS-Of the
agencies which sway the power Of the people
/ the press has the pre-cmincncc. 1t is rather
the associated and peculiar expression Of til,
voice and power Of the pcople-tcmpcring bl
its di>rord, and moulding by its harmony, til,
bursting lights Of every fresh intclli Scncc. l
has pulled down in these realms tvrannicS
and all that dominccrcd against the liberty O
man. Controlling the executive, it has sub
jugatcd all the Legislative estates. 1t is send
ing I" the populated corners of the earth tn,
tidingS Of the growth, and thoughts and act
of man. 1t is feeding all the Strcamlcts from
the great river, which is flowing up and eve,
on 1t has done this, and all of this, though
it is stirring with corruption though it is har
boring the envious and the low illiterate-th
hooded miScrcant-thc policeman ready TO h.
bonght-the cool assassin of all eputation-
and the men of might, aud honor, and intellect
and reputation.
SOME years ago. it is said, party was trav
cling in stage through the Jersey pines, an,
saw in thc distance what they supposed wa
the frame Of log house. On approaching
they found it was the skeleton of MOSQUITO
which had starved to death, the flesh havin
fallen from the boncs
NOBLE CONS STESCY.-When Algcrnon Syd
ney was told that he might save his life b,
telling falschood-by denying his hand
writing-he said: "When God has brough