Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-10-28
Died Inst Night.

Coupled with the bridnls, printed in lit
tie type, leading the advertisements, jost-
led BY sorry jest, hard behind q market,
close behind cotilion, what place .
Newspaper is, to put death in.
We are reading something about home
and ell at once We are in place Of graves;
We are looking over the testimonials to the
ELIXIR Of Life, and come, before we know
u, upon q Died last Night
IL there were only some retired and sha-
dsd corner in newspaper, with a willow
or 40 urn in it, where the names that have
no owners could be recorded, and we could
70 when weary with rami Ing through the
columns Of hustle and business and read
and think how surely one after another, all
names tend thither; those that stand at the
head Of the editorial column in capitals;
those that are pointed at with finer, and
wondered over with exclamati; points,
and asked after with iDterogations those
that were brides the other day, ard are
brides still, but with new bridegrooms
those that were heroes, and found ylace in
the leader or beautiful and woven in q
wreath for the Poets Corner
But there is M such retreat-n thing
but barrow black line like, to keep
the word out TO prevent the railway train,
whose times are advertised below from run
ing over the names and celebrating It.
And so il is like grave in thoroughiare,
covered with dust, and Jared by passing
wheels IL gives Us pain to look at it, and
we are glad il is only for day.
Died last night 1t was nnbody that
you know, you think, and so you pass on
70 sale or bargain that you see beyond,
and forget that there ever was such name
or such being in the world. How apt are
We o forget that there are those who can
hardly see the name for the heavy rain that
Is falling, while the heavens overhead are
bright and Of AR; that eyes DO rest thereon,
that see a world put out where you discern
a name that wonder bow the sun eau
shine, since shutdown came tn them, who
hear with their hearts the idle laugh that's
spriDgiug Of the wind.
Died last night.'-A pleasant time to
die, but not last night-ah, no-some 9TH
er aight, great while yot to come. To
20 abroad by the true light of stars, to
find the way out from the pot Of earth by
everlasting lamps.
'Died last n CHIT ii ~ many died b, "
m.uy beautiful aad good how many
young aud fair; how many reverend and
wise Some that you know ADD We know
perhaps one that ytu and we loved. We
shall hear of it by and by, and then we
shall remember that it was last night she
died.
To die at any time is dreadful and
awful thing : to die when day is breaking;
10 die at high noon to die when the pearl
and GOLD Of morning and the glow Of noon
are ell blended upon the palette Of the
west, till the sky lloks like a great tinted
shell thrown upon the shores Of Eternity.
But to 90 from this world 20 that, in night,
by the pale light Of stars, is most solemn
and beautiful Of all. Ar d then there is a
dignity about that going away alone that
wrapping the mantle of Immortality about
rs; that putting aside with pale hand the
HEure curtains that are drawn around this
cradle Of q world; that vebturing aw y
from home for the first time in our lives,
for We are not dead there is nothing dead
tOspesk Of; and seeing foreign countries
that are not laid down on any maps We
know about. There must be Lovely lauds
somewhere forward, for none ever return
that 20 there, and We very much doubt
whether any would return If they could.
Died last night Well, in few days
o. soon as they can-they take down the
old family Bible, somewhere, and they
write departure-the clearance Of a soul.
Sometimes it is bud, but as rare as Ben
johnson said so every ody thinks:
"Twas but bud. yet did contain
More sweetness than shall bloom again"
Sometimes a blossom waited from the
tree, by some returning breath, to heaven.
How differeot the record on the other page,
year or 30 ago, when they set down the
new name--the same name they write now
bot. ownerless that they be heard few
times, but not in the crowd, not in the mer
~ festival, but in the twilight hours, al
home and then syllabeled no more.