The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-12-20

| Oh. what is left-but Heaven!
Gone. gone. The kind obedient son,
the affectionate brother, the tender loving
husband and father. Taken IN full pride
of life without a moments warning. He
left his home flushed with health jubi-
liant Nth joy and happiness aud in a
few moments the terrible accident occur
red which deprived him Of life almost
immediately! When we see friend
languisbing upon bed Of sickness, how
our hearts warm in sympathy for them.
Nothing is left untried for their relief,
and when all human aid ceases to avail,
how earnestly, how prayertuHy do we
seek to prepare them for the life SO soon
to be, each farewell word is tenderly
treasured in memory's ample store house,
and in after years reverted to with inter
est. But when death comes in its most
terrible form, aud rudely snatches the
loved one without warning, it immediate
" comes home to our hearts, we are al.
most ready to question divine goodness
and justice. No time for tender parting!
No time to breathe of hope in heaven,
or stern regrets. No time alas to
think! Borne to the home he had SO
lately left-dyine-dead. Ny pen can
not describe the overwhelming sorrow of
that aged sire his stately form bent and
svaying with grief, great sobs swell up
from his soul until they burst forth in
words :" My son . Oh my son a. why art
thou taken from me" And that care
worn mother who had withstood the trials
of many years, alb what was it compar-
ed with this severe stroke. She who
had nurtured him in feebest infancy,
who carefully trained him to a noble man
mood, anu WITH All ruuu mVtners love
and priie-watched his ripper years
could she ! y this first child of her love
in the tomb in her anguish she mourns
not this one !. Oh not this one, She
looks around upon the many others claim
ing a mothers love. Not one can she
spare. Her lips utter, "Ttou gavest,
Lord, Thou hast taken ay"' But not
yet can her heart add, /" Blessed be thy
name" And those dear brothers and
sisters, how great their loss, bitterly they
realize it, sorrowing that this elder dear.
est brother, if one may be dearer, is so
suddenly taken from their midst, the
family circle SO complete with happiness
Is broken, to be -united-never!-
Twas sad to witness their grief, but sad.
der yet to see that pale girlish woman to
whom he bore the dear relation of hus-
husband, to her he was dearer than all
else, ay . even life. Her heart is sud-
denl y made desolate, almost despairingly
she clasps her tatherless darlings to her
bosom, the strong arm thar shielded them
is powerless aow, The voice that never
spoke aught but in love, is silent sadly
she turns the pages of memcry's book,
again she stands with him before the al.
ter happy bride! vows are uttered that
have been most sacredly kept. Six
years has the holy bliss of wifehood been
hers, and now with this bitter grief of
widowhood pressing her girlish brow
No wonder her heart sinks and almost
breaks under this severe trial, and as she
bows Ger his cold inanimate form, great
sobs of sorrow tear her very heart strings
until the pent up agony finds vent in the
stifed wailings Of stricken heart. But
they are not alone 10 their sad bereave.
ment. The community mourn the loss
of an upright moral citizen, his untimey
death stirs the heart Of every one. Dear
"brothers Of the mystic tie," gather
around the last tribute ofrcspect to their
deceased brother, and to obey the divine
injunction, "Weep with those tina.
weep" The good man Of God strives to
pour the healing balm of consolation into
the hearts Of the bereaved ones. "This
is not your rest" Oh. how significant,
how necessary that we should all be pre-.
pared for that other rest. But human
sympathy canno. avail. Oh !! sorrowing
ones turn your hearts hesvenward, bow
lowly to His sovereign will, meekly kiss
the Christening rod. "If thou hast new.
er born the cross, how can st thou hope
to wear the crown Bear him away to
his last resting place. IT'S all that's lef,
for human hands to do. Lower him gen,
ly in the cold gray earth. Oh bereaved
brotherhood, chant low your solemn fun
eral dirge, while the loved one is covered
from our sight. Here let him rest while
the winter winds vail a mournful requi.
EN- 0 or his snow clad grave.
KITE j. McCRACKEN
Dewitt. Dec. 1860.