Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1861-12-06
4DIED LAST NIGHT,

Cenpled with the bridsls, printed In little
/ type, leading off the advertisements, iostled by
sorry jest, hard behind market, close be-
hind eotillisn, what place a newspaper is,
10 put death in.
We are reading something sboHt bone,
and all at once we are in place Of graves;
We are looking over the testimonials to the
Elixir of Life, and como, before We hnow it,
upon "Died last night"
If there we're only some retired and shaded
corner 10 newspaper, with a willow or an
urn in it, where the names that have no own
etsi could DO recorded, and We could 90 when
weary when rambling through She columns Of
hustle and business, and read; and shink how
surely one after another all Bamss tend
tbitheE; those that stand at the head of the
column editoripl 10 capitals; those that are
poiated at with 6sgsr, and wondered over
With exclamation poiats, and asked after vilh
iaierrogstlens;; those that were brides the oth-
er day, ssd are brides still, but With new
bfidtgF9oDs; those that were heroes, ard found
place in the "leader;" or beautiful sad wo-
ven in wreath for "Post's Corner"
But there is no such rstreat-aothinR bat a
nsrrew black liae like this s--' to keen
tbe world out, to prevent the railway traia,
whoAe times are advertised below, from ruD.
ming over the name asd oblitsrasing ii. Aad
so 1t is like grave ia a thorOugfsre, covered
With dust, aud Jared by passing wheels; ii
gives Us PAIN to look as it, and We are glad it
is oaly for day.
s'Died las. night" II was nobody that you
Rkaow, you think, asd so yea pass on to a
''ssls" or "bargain'' 1hAt yoa see beyea9,
aad forget that there was ever such nams GIN
such dying ic the world. How apt We are
10 forget that there ara those tAough, Who
ecan hardly see the nsue for the heavy rain
shat is falling, while the heaven overhead is
bright and clear; that syes do rsss thereon,
/ that see world pst out where yoa esOers =
name; that wonder how the sun sga shIas !,
since sun down came to them; ~ho hsAr with
their hearts the idle laugh that's passing on
the wind.
"Disd last night" A pleasant tias 10 9ie,
~ pat A4ft " rv~sC-ra- ~ sRa-iaty
the true light Of stars, 10 sad tha way cat
from the port of earth by everlasting lsGps
"Died last night" How nauy disd; how
many beautiful and good; hov asny ysuug
and fair; how many ReVersd and wiss. Some
that you and We knew; perhaps enc that yea
and We loved. We shall hear of il by aaa
By, aBd then We shall rsmsmbsr lha. il was
last Rigbt she died.
To die at any tine sis dread and auful
thiag;" to die whan day is breaking; to die
a. high noos; 70 die whsa the pearl aud gold
Of norning and the glow Of nCan are oil
blended upon the palette Of the Wsst, till ths
sky looks like great tiatsd shsll thrswB up
upon the shore Of EtsFsity. Bat to 70 from
this world to that, in the night. by the pale
light of stars, is ssst solemz sad hsszaif0l Of
all. ARd thea there's dignity about that
going away alone; that wrapping the mAafs
Of Immortality about us; thst putting ssids
With a pale hsnd, tbs azure curtains that are
drawn around this cradle of world; that yea
turing awAy from home for the Gras time in
our lives, for we are not dead there 10 nothiag
dead to speak Of and sesisa fersign countries
that are not laid down on any maps We know
about. There mnst be lovely lssds sOaewAars
stsrEsrd, for none ever return that SO there,
aHd We very much doubt whether any would
return if they could.
"Died last night" Wall, 10 few days
as sooa as they esn-they take down the old
family Bible somewhsre. and they write de-
partuFs--ths clearance OF soul. Some times
il in bud, but aR rare Ben. johnson said so,
everybody thinks