Union County star and Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1859-1864, 1862-08-26
In memoIiam.
fryspycrrrrir ,SscrHrD FRIENDS OF MISS MART
sND KATE woIrE)

1f. MS ,r~wave makes toward the pebblcd shore
So DO our minutes hasten to their end. KirGt Watt.
How sweetly through the intervening
space. misty with blight and change. the
sun of memory is shining now upon the
hours when, a stranger from a sunny land.
We behcld first these scenes, and the fond
faces upon whose fairness spring-tinc
hopes were blcssoming. How priceless
are the "reminiscences how fonily each
has lived in our hearts through the trio of
years those pleasant walks by the beau
teous riverside in the pcnsive evening
time, noting the mirrorcd stars. listing the
ripping music of its silver waves. or sail
ing in the earl morn upon its calm, clear
bosom. "faircst of the fair" in all that
unforgotten throng, was her, the first of
whom We will briefly speak-a child of
genius-''veiled spirit of Promethean fire"
How vividly We recall the face and form,
as on the remembered morn when We saw
her first. Even then, she was fading, tho
gently, as orange blossoms bright at NOR
ming drop their petals in the bosom of
waveless summer lake resplendent in the
prismatic glory Of sunset. Thus, as the
day-god, brightest shonc her life in the
hour Of its setting. \ sad. sad letter.
penned by a sister friend, reached Us in
our far-off home. MARY wis dead - In
a SUMMER realm whittier She had gone for
health aud strength, her life had gone out,
to a realm within whose endless summers
flowers and dew lie like opal gems upon
the bosom of its bright green sward, and
n darkness comes to the night of its sweet
skies How mournful Was the missive
embalming the Intelligence We felt as
if an exquisite harmony in nature had
ceased-as if the light and glory had been
suddenly stricken from the universe. But,
ah there are 10 grave fctters for spirits
such as hers the hereafter" is brighter
even than our hopes or dreams would
make it.
Time, upon swift feet of JOY and storm,
swept by; the years had gone on to join
the outward-bound fotilla, slowly drifting
to the haven of ages past-annual seasons,
traught with momentous consequences to
nations and individuals as well How
impotent is the mightiest bulwark of
strength to resist the tide of the sounding,
swelling strife. Strong hearts by thou
sands have ceased to pulsate in the grasp
Of Him who is the mighty arbiter of plan |
ctary destinics vet still the inevitable
wine-prc>s must be trcd "All things with ,
God are possible Our nations starry
banner will unturl its beautcous shining ,
folds in surging breezy waves from pole to
pole and ocean to ocean once again.
The days in the shining of their hopes
have gone swiftly by since that old time
Once more, remembered scenes have gree
ted US, and the days were bright as those
other days upon which we clasped the true
hands of friends, ours through the changes
and the years. Sitting down to muse in
the sweet broo3inS solitude ccn--vratcd 10
memories of other years, the sound of
tolling bell stole family upon our reverie
Another star, to the bright circlet in the
armament Of evening, was added. Another
soul, by the mighty anchor of its faith and
hope and trust, at the shining portals of
intinitude was anchored. And the slori-
Gus, endless day, in its brightness, was well
begun Kate, too, was gone, to join her
fair sister in that brighter realm. From
the many friends that loved her, we heard
the story of her life, how beautiful and
consistent it was, how calm and sweet the
death. He givcth his beloved, sleep
How ccstatic was the reunion with loved
ores gone before How truthful and
beautiful the words of Mrs. Stowe: ''The
names of such as she are written early {
upon graveStones. Earth was too mate
rial for the range of those beauteous glory
tipped spirit wings. the area was not vast ,,
enough. But, o, how darkly has fallen
the shadow of dssolation upon the cherished
home that she has left Those dear ones
Well, We know all their anguish ere they
laid her to rcst-the fair and beautiful, in
her summer grave;
allow they watched her. how they wept,
While the death Aim darkening cr-rt
Ger her sweet eyes till they slept"
How many, many hearts there are, who
mourn her yet in each there is spell Of
sweet peace, and wish. that is almost
prayer
"I.et me die the death Of the righteous,
Let my last end be like h-rs.s