The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1862-04-26
Dic0.

PRlICHARD.-On Thursday, April 18th.
at Rochdale- Delaware. county, Pa,
THOMAS t. PRrcTARD, in the 5lst year Of
his age.
McCULLOUGH.-0m Monday the Goth
instant Mr.. WM. MCCuLiouGH, residing
near Battle Swamp, aged 56 years. Mr..
McCoulough was Sheriff of Cecil county
IN 1868, and member to the Constitu-,
honal Reform Convention in 1850.
From the Christian Advocate and Journal
Mrs. Maria A. G.. Hurn.
Maria 4 C. Iiurn. wife Of Rev. IL. +. Hurn, Of the
Philadelphia Conference. died in Eastu Pa December
18th. 1851 aged 80. She was the child Of religious
parents who early cuns.cratri her to ODD From her
earliest years she appeal. to have been the subject
ser"''s Impressions. These impressions gradually
strengthened until nj the az. Of thirteen she became
the subject Of converting grace. From that time she
walked seadfis,ly in the ways wisdom and adorne6e
the doctrine Of God Saviour. She WAS lovely in per
son Of sweet disposition rich in intellect, refined and
sensitive III feeling and nmin"ntly meek and quiet Her
petty shonc equally In light In darkness and she
truly loved the Church of God, and delighted greatly in
e!i tie means 81 grace She was generous friend, an
thcctonae sister, aut!fn daughter, fond and faith
tu mother to her boy; AMI If there tender.
loving and devoted wife -hc The writer whom
she hon red with her hand in marriage. feels himself
on1aiy hound to testify that her cneavoIs promote
ms useful ness peace and happiness constant and
from the Lord. H.r dcceas. was sudden and wholly
unancipated. Sabbath evening December 49, she took
tea with her usual relish and in "A moment wa. nros
trated with disease Of the brain. Medical skill was
Instantly summoned kind friends gathered round her
ora e's h"wcd f,r her and burning prayers
ed by aching hearts, that lfc precious might be
spared but all in vain The powers of nature continued
Gradually +" sink, AMI at about nine o'clock Monday
morning, the 10th. she fell asleep in Jesus, The golden
bowl was broken and the pitcher the fmntainI She
WAS ut down in the bloom Of life, while all its plains and
the hills Of the future butheL in the serene and
glorious light Of noon There was orphanage and that
sorrow which earth cannot heal, below hut rejoicing
among the angels Of God. 1t was the coming Of tho
Son of Man rs thief in tho night but he found the
pilgrim grt and with her sandals on. The cup Of cur
sorrow Is bitter but it might b. bttercr still Thanks
to thee God for than tender love by which thou dst
comfort the brokenhetfcd and which Eliminates night
and the tomb with beams like those Of the morning j.
help him live that he may at last seq that the enm
through which Thou dost call him tn walk is only the
dawn Of glorious day. in whose light he shall look
forever with her the face af Him io hath redeemed
us both with his blood
Death, how mercess and irrcslstiblei thy stroke
how deep is that sotud. with which thou dst mi rho
mouse from which thou hast snntched the beloved one
The face that always met IA with smile gone forever
The voice that was sweet with the accents Of affection
and that always rich with the strength which W.,
needed i'll the hour of dependency, hushri the grave
| to aw IKE no more earth!
How Ceep tho wounds VIII ich thou dost mako i, n
single month and how profound and widespread are tho
tes"lons with which thou dst overwhclm the tics Of
friendship, is known to but Him who bore onr s,r
rows ~ h" hung upon the Can be Yes Her,
the dreadful realization Of that dark dream which has
sometimes passed before my minds eve il INV w,k;rr
| hours! For have sometimes heard. it we're voices
coming from an unseen world saying, What if lie should
enter and take HER away! What if that desoatiou
holds should s,nn be tho dissolution Of YOURS? What If
the vision Of the coffin tho winding sheet and the open
grave" surrounded by bands Of sobng and dark habited
ourncrs should be realized having it., center in vour
own household? All. all these at last have come. ihnv
i'vs fallen upon ME-! am walking through that dark
'haoow, IN mar oppressive and nnfath"male solitude
it is fearful thing far death break through that
sacred circle w,i"h knit from the cncrest If tho
heart and ruthlessly tear away the Object If the heart.
ru'est affection go ont into the streets AMI mnglc
Win my friends give and receive the customary sau
smile upon my lace. while shadow ia
| around my heart.
| meet with o,Lers who are not bowed down by thu.
weight OF any mighty sorrow their is bright their
hearts joyful; by their ircsides there is M .nntv
ehar at then table is no vacant the objects Of
their affections at their side and their eyes and
IN them they are happy And in seeing the tenderness
in which God deals with them too can feel joy Yet
am compelled to 30 forth into the busy world and feel
the pulsations Of its Happiness and return to nv hons
amidst that solitude with which death only can sur
| round the heart.
| was met by sweet familiar face as entered
| my door, but LIDO not find it there now She who well
coined me back to my house has been taken to form
| INK IN another and better household. call the
men''ers Of the family together and open tho Bible in
morning worship but the voice of her who WAS its CEN.
trial light is not heard minging with ours and pro-
nouncing the accents Of eternal life
she who was So kind, discreet intelligent so.
aheetionas, r not with us and l, o s'rrowIul
| Thought shall look upon her face more until tho
word shall forth commanding the new heavens and
| the new earth to rise.
our little boy in now n mothcrless bow anJ tho bous,
where she presided as the life and light il lonely
| house; sit in my room in communion with my own
raise my eye toward the door half expecting to sec
It open, and pleasant face appearing and then tho
Illusion is broken by the crushing recollection that so
| is gone.
| hear light fotsep ascending the stairs; start
up under the sudden conviction that it ia hers tho
| deception is dssipated by the vision of n newmad.,
grave SIT down to my customary meals ! raise my
eye to the seat that was occupied by her expecting to
meet her face but it is that Of anoher l must Civ,
her up. "Or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher
at the Fountain Reader. you familiar with these
worisl DO son penetrate tn the depth of meaning
which the words emboty? Their Significance towers
al owe this poor drop Of globe, with all its cities and
broad waves, like Ilmaaya.
| have quoted some divine and melancholy words
will quote likewise grand and melancholy words
| Of De Quincy. They words of SORROW the deep,
musical Interpretation Of the heart of those who walk
in the vale and drink the bitter SORROW and
| sorrow is my theme well joy. Here they are;
they are words to be spoken the con of some
beloved dead friend they issue from heart that is
already hlIcd with tho sad images of the "brsken
| bowl" and the "pitcher broken at the fountain"
Ihe future is the present Of God and to the future
1t Is that he sacrifices che human present Therefore
II that He works by earthquake; therefore it is
earthquakes' o deep is the blowing Of gricfI But
oftenmes less would not suffice for the agriculture Of
God Upon night Of earthquake lie builds a thous-
and years OF pleasant habatons for man. Less than
I stubborn soil"
These words. and therefore quote them, relate with
those OF the royal preacher to sorrow, the loss
beloved ones and to that darkness too gloomy to us,
which broods in the "narrow house"
She has gone kome to her Fathers house. and as one.
who has seen and observed. it is proper for mo Il,
speak If her virtues, though it be in the wornout
terms 81 what the world calls obituary. How few
die deserving that praseful should be written,
OF them And pardon me, reader if my words should
seem to have outside Of the beaten track that is
trodden by the feet of those who write Of the dead
! whom they loved.