The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1863-07-30

OF mingled incense rising to the throne
o L)veitself,W

L,veitsel"
until by faith it has been given to be.
lieve, that bright Angels we're lowering
round to bear her spirit home.
o how sad, how solemn the last scene,
when the soul is quitting its clay house
and entering upon the Unseen Worldl
Pausei Be still A soul is passing
now--just stepping into the billowy
tide of that dark, mysterious stream,
that separates Time and Eternity
40 Thou, whose bowels of compassion never iaii,
Towards creatures fashioned by thy hand"
reach down thy arm of power and gem
tIy bear her DER the surging wave, and
safely moor her little bark 10 the Haven
of Restl
How calm and sweet in deathl No
trace of sorrow upon her pure, white
brow-no tear. drop fingers meath the
siIken fringe, butt is sleep, sweet sleep,
that speaks of rest with Jesus! The
last pang is overl her heart will throb
With grief no noreI No more disease
or pain shall rack her framel And as
we stand beside her clay, beautiful still
In death, with her small white hands
folded upon her spotless bosom, we feel
something of. that solemn awe we are
wont to feel, when standing in the pres
ence-chamber of the Great Jehovah
1t is an image of peaceful rest, upon
which we do not tire of gazing, but fain
would hang it in the picture gallery of
our hearts.
But recently she was one with us,
but now how immense the distance be-
tween us! The mind, the thinking part
Us already initiated into those grand
mysteries, far beyond the grasp of hu-
man lore!
Alas! how sudden the change! five
short days have bleacbed the rose upon
thy cheek and dimmed the light in thy
pure eye! Thou didst hail the light of
last Sabbath morn with a degree O:
health aud hope. 'Tis Sabbath again
an two nights have we kept our silent
vigils beside thy corse.
But now the hearse is at the door:
friends gather round to bid the last
adieu! o, the sad, sad, last adieui-
Farewell! May our last rest be sweet al
thtneI Long and mouruful is the train
that follows sadly to the opening grave
the remains of her they loved.
Lay her gently down to sleep; place
the soil lightly over her fair form; plant
the rose tree above her head, and each
returning May, when flowers bloom, and
the rose sheds its odors above her tomb,
we will remember the fair flower that
Perished in May and sleeps beneath
The gentle Alice had rested in her
narrow house but few days, her young
"NN pNulCC IGCONGTeu from their
first shock ofgrief, when there came a
letter addressed "Miss Alice -"
&c. 1t seemed almost an act of desc.
Grafton to break the seal, and read the
contents! The young soldier had not
forgotten her; but after many months of
toll and hardships, he had found an op.
portunity of addressing her again, little
thinking that the withered leaves of
the once beautiful bouquet that she
had given him, and which he still pre-
served, were fit emblem Of the blight.
ed flower, nipped in the spriugtime Of
life!
In due time he received an answer 10
strange hand, and signed by strange
name, bearing the heart chilling IT,
dings that Alice iOas no more. M.
Leesburg, o. 9th mo. 9th, 1868.