Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1860-05-05
DIED.

In Asttat,is, april l7th ROSWELL HORTON, aged So
years.
Thourt gonc--thourt gone! have bid thee farewell
With an anguish Of heart that tongue ctnuot telI
And though losl TO me ever thy memry is dear,
And thy love much treasured when thou vert here
At North Fairfield, Huron county, o. Mr.. RALPH wRIHur
formerly of Conneaut, aged about 50 years.
In Terpont April 23d, Mrs BETsEY KENvEY wife of Ed
NJ. r. Kenney aged 80 years.
In this town. the 18th ult, WILLIE Russell infant son
Of Amos and Lucy Shepard, aged year.
In Plymouth April 26tb, CALEB ROCKWELL, In his s1st
year being very decrcpid he fell and broke his hip which
caused death.
Drowned in Albion River, California, March ard ALBERT
McADAMs, aged % years. formerly OF this town.
Funeral services at the Union Church. East Village Sunday
next, at O'Clock, J. NJ
Lines written for Brother the death Of bis wire-Mrs
AMANDA OsBURN.
ikrev that must part. Day after day
saw the dread destroyer win his way
That tiooS c0ug IA Grst rang the fatal lnel
As on my car its prophot-warnng fell.
FcoJle and slow, thy once light footsteps grew,
Thy wasting check put on deaths pa.e hue
Thy thin, hot-hand, to mine more feebly clung
Each gentle word fell fainter from thy tongue.
! knew that we must part. No power could save
My earthly treasure, from an early grave
Those eyes SO dull though kind each glance they cast
Looked naught, but love and fondness TO the last
Thy lips so pale that gently touched my cheek
Thy voice, alas! thou couldSt hut try to sneak
All told thy doom, felt it ALL my heart
The shaft bad struck knew that must part.
And we have psrted-AMANDA. thou art gone
Gone in the prime of life, meek suffering one
The weary spirit breathed itself to sleep,
So peacefully, it seemed a sin to weep.
Then like tired brcezes didst thou sink to rest
Norone-one pang The awful change confessed;
Death stole in sonncss DER that lovely face,
And touched each feature with angelic grace
And on thy brow uncarthly beauty lay,
And told that life's poor cares had passed away
In my last hours, be heaven 50 kind to me,
ask no more than this-tU die like thee.
But we have paAed dearest. Thou art dead
On its last resting place, laid thy head.
Then by the c0iiin's side knelt down, and took
husbands farewell kiss and farewell look.
Those marble lips, no kindred kiss returned
From those vailed orbs no glances responsive burned
Ah then felt that thou hadst PASSED away,
That the sweet lace gazcd on was but clay.
And then memory with her busy throng
OF tender images, forgotten long;
Years hurried back, and as they swiftly rolled,
saw thee, heard thee, as in days of old.
Sad, md more sad. each sacred feeling grew,
Manhood was moved, and sorrow claimed her due
Thick thick and fast the burning tear drops started
l turned away, and felt that we had parted.
But not forever in the silent tomb
Where thou art laid thy kindred shall find room
y little while, few short years of PAIN
And one by one, wen come to thee again.
Thy lone companion. worn with care and grief
Shall lay his head by thine in sweet relief;
Sister and Brother all thy faithful friends,
True from the first, and tender TO the end
ALL all shall make their quiet bed by thee,
Beneath the shadows of the spreading tree
18th thee to sleep through deaths long dreamess night
with thee to rise, and hail the morning light