Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1863-08-15
Lone Mountain Cemetery.
Au., rst. II, 1853.
BY JAY wIIPPLE.

Far from the noisy, busting city Of
San Francisco les the CITY Of the dead.
Secluded among the rolling hills, EN-
powered in shruLhcry aud perfumei by
the wild lilac, Is LONE NoUNrAIS Gem
ErERY, tho Land of the Great Depar-
tel"
LONE MoUyTAIS [. there not some
thing in a name and what name wouli
be more appropriate What musical
pathos, with rythm Of sadness blend
Ell herewith.
To walk through Cemetery without
having feelings of so!emnity awakened
eviucss callousncss of feeling which
few We think possess, and of which none
will envy The posses>or. We are there
reminded Of our common origin AMI
fate; of the certainty Of death. and the
Lrevity OF life. The fruit Of misfortune,
and " the ills which flesh is heir TO-" is
often desire for deaih-a longing for a
passage "over the river" where The
weary are at rest"
On such On evening, however. when
Rli around Is bright and beautiful, the
words Of GRAY will be remembered, and
the sentiment adopted
For Who. 10 dull f'reetfnlsess 4 prey.
This pleasing anxious being Ger resigned,
Left the warm precincts of tie cheerful day,
Nor east oHe longing. lingering look be-
hind"
From the hill where Senators BRoDER
lex and BAKER are inferred, splendid
view can be had-aeross the Bay, of the
Ctr, and to the West. of the Ocean,
The view towards tie last is bounded BY
clouds and ul:st-embIens Of eternity.
To my dim vision It IS slrouIoi in both.
We know that bright isles arc over
the waters below Is; but the periis of
stormy ocean must be encountered ere
they can be beheiI. So, too, it is with
the NY sterious lifo beyond tbs trans;to-
~ one 1T is bounded BY time, it IS
yelled in eternity" o. It or is mystic
res We know notl.ng-can know moth
lag without entering lie darkness; and
once entered, return 5 impossible.
While following lhe u'eauderiag paths
amcag tue graves, Isu.!ieaIy encounter
ci STANCE figure. lie stood fm and
e,oct in one Of these ,ine-clad walks:
his face looked Intelligent, but pale anI
care-worn. bowed to Inn. tut in re-
tara received no salutation. Il. stepped
cut Of The path, walking Is him, |
heard him slowly, but distinctly. utter
these words Il an. Stalking pau
per among dead men," These were
strange bur significant words, aud | re-
peated them in my mind.
This was just At twilight. at that hour
IN the day when one IS naturally inclined
to feel melancholy aud indulge in medi-
tat;on. l am willing - confess, that the
solemuity Of tie place. tie surroundings,
the associations, AMI meeting SO uuex-
pecteiIy this singular charater, caused in
my mind feelings not exceedingly pleas
ant for reflection. Presently | came
upon my friend who acc 'mpanied me,
and | related to him my adventure with
stalking pauper among dead men,"
lie informed mo that this "pauper"
was frequent visitor TO the Cemetery,
and had often been seen wandering
among the graves at a late hour in the
night. Of his real name or history no
one Is acquainted, only that he was land
ed from sailing vessel coming from
Liverpool, some three years ago. He is
considered TO be partially insane. Some
times for months he remains in the city,
then suddenly disappears, and is absent
for several weeks, but always upon his
return is first discovered rambling among
the walks Of Lone Mountain Cemetery.
Among the most conspicuous of all
the monuments in Lone Mountain, is that
of Senator BRoDERIcK. 1t is colossal
monument, situated upon high, sandy
eminence, where blooms not flower, or
even single vine or shrub. Here, far
above all the rest, rises huge, marble
monument to mark the spot where
lis The bones of Senator BRoDERIcK-