Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1864-06-03
Perished in the sprinr Tims

When autumn, with chilly breath, Hithers
the beauty of the sad-colored flowers of the lat
ter summer, the sight, though depressing, has
an appropriateness that prevents its shocking
our feelings. Not such is the influence we feel
when some sudden storm has dashed to earth.
with fatal violence, the tender bud that was lust
opening its loneliness to the genial skies of May
So when years bring decrepitqde, the loss Of
even our dear ones carries with it fitness that
disposes us to resignation, and softens the
poignancy of our grief. Very different is it
when youth, with all its fascInations, is prema-
turely snatched from us, and the untimely
grave yawps for those to whom the future
promised priceless gifts and many happy years
teWhom the gods love die young" Is truth
holy writ might have recordcd-for they leave
life while its banquet is yet fresh and Joyous
while no dregs have mingled bitterness with the
wine; but not the. less startling is it to those
they leave, that so much promise should bear
no fruit in this verdi where their presence was
blessing and their unprecedented virtues
added acharm which is one Of the dearest trea-
sures ofhumanity. "Whon the gods love die
young" but bitter is the bereavement of those
whom divinity has not so favored.
These remarks are Wrung from us by the loss
OF the daughter Of Gen. BUCKLAND, commander
of this post. Three weeks ago she arrived
here with her mother from Ohio With all the
attractions of her sixteen summars about her
an amiabilitY that won every heart q fascina-
ton Of manner whose gentle influence, Wherey-
er she appeared, awakened interest and ad-
miratlon; and kind and genial sympathythat
captured affection, she was everywhere a favor
ite, and her company was sought and valued
wherever she became known. Fresh as the
spring whose charms at this moment deck ey-
cry hill and meadow, she enjoyed her advent
to new scenes; welcomed with youthful zest
| the appreciative regard of the new circle amid
which she was introduced; and reioiced once
more to join her honored and happy sire. him
selfproud of the sweet blossom PtoEidence 6ad
voqchsafed as the treasure of his lifeEwhen
death pl1cked the flower In the very youth Of
its loveiiness, and stamped its heetinG charm
with the impress ofimmortality.
Suddenly seized by a congestiye chill. two
days of suffering were passed, and the glow Of
youth was exchanged for the pallor Of death:
the huoyancy of budding life for the dark re-
cesses of the gravel Such is the side of the
shield presented to weeping friends bereayed
of the pet lamb they had clasped to bosoms
that thrilled with undying affection; this view
is the appearance--there is no darkness. no
tears, no aching void in the true reality. Angels
saw lovely flower, striving to attain the full
beauty of its nature, growing in q soil made
quate to supply the rich nOurishment required
to bring out its expherapt aud sofidrs' perfec q
tionsIthey plgcked it from the poor and
meagre earth, and transplanted it into the soil
ofparadise beside the streams of living waters,
where the light of the sun of righteousness shall
warm it with heavens own vigor, and tinge
it with the eternal splendors Of the throne of
God. When the beauty has reached perfec-
ton, and the perfection beeome undyihgl those
thai loYed rne germ Oh earth may, II they win,
be admitted to eternal companionship with the
bud they mourned, now expanded to maturity
under the care ofangels. The dark grave has but
% the roots the beauty, the Winning charms s that
storm assails no chilling blast penetrates, no
neglect Withers. .sWhon the gods love die
young" V"