The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-06-30

1919
through the dark, dark clouds though 1t
shine upon thousands more ofbloody graves
and broken hearts; though eyes that are now
watching and waiting for it shall fade away
in darkness and find it not till they are
opened where all things are seen clearl y /
do trust, that S0mebog, ''good will be the
final goal of ILL.," But as have no power to
save the world from sin or from suffering,
will not write Off
A monument built upon beautiful spot
having the most lovely surroundings, IN
scribed to the memory of Washington, will
attract the attention of every stranger who
visits Baltimore This monument is built
of marble to the height of nearly three hun
dred feet, and from the top, the view of the
city and surrounding countryis truly mag 4
nifcent wish ! might describe more mi~
nutely this beautiful place, but my head
grows dizzy when think Of the monument,
and feel in regard to it, as | think person
would in referring to an article in his pos
session that he had bought on credit, having
afterwards been sued for the debt, and had
heavy costs to pay.
A darkened room, terrible headache,
the face of strange Physician, are so
strongly associated with my thoughts of the
monument that cannot separate them.
Druid Hill Park, will leave for the
subject of another letter, just saying here
that it is a paradise. The Eden of old, | am
snre could not have been more beautiful
If scenes and places whose influences
around the soul, take it up and bear it to an
atmosphere so pure that it seems almost
severed from its burden of earth, and almost
joined again to the spirit from which 1t
came, are heavenly, then Green Mount Gem
etery is indeed heavenly place. On
quiet summer day, near evening, you pass
through the beautiful entrance, and when
fully within the enclosure, you look around,
and strange thrill passes through the whole
frame,-a thrill, you know not Of what,
you walk on-your football on the
pavement, strikes harshly upon the ear
you stop, TIE sound Of your own beating
heart disturbs you,-you place your hand
upon it and press it back. What is this feel
ing? Is it feeling Of joy or a feeling o
pain? 1t is only yearning Of the soul after
something it cannot grasp--a yearnlng
which perfect beauty in whatever form, al
ways calls into being. 1t is only longing
of the soul after the Infinite a longing thai
all souls must at times feel, some faint ly
others strongly; and to give one wild throb,
and go out free to heaven from such place
rs Green Mount would, it seems to me, be
joy to any soul.
The broad winding avenues bordered OF
each side by banks of thick wavy green, a
heavy foliage overhead, delicious perfume
through all the air, and cIinging to almos
every tree and shrub the loveliest flowers. :
The white marble stones do not look colo
or desolate for they too are crowned will
flowers.
Where all is 50 beautiful and so perfect; il
is difficult to take out any particular feature
and view it alone can only mention a few
of the inscriptions that attracted my atten
ton more than others.
In quiet little spot under the shade of ;
beautiful tree | saw just enough whit
J marble peepng out from between clusters
and wreaths of flowers to show me thes
words, ''Our Darling"
What a long story few little words vii
sometimes tell The strong deep love- til
prayers, the fears, the bitter sorrow! | fel
this little spot to be sacred one, for ha
been hallowed by a holy grief But it wa
a lonely place for mother to lay her it'll
one down to sleep.
A few steps from this, at another little
grave, read these words, THY Kingdom
come, Thy will be ,done--O Papa 70
dot to say anoder little prayer, God bles
Papa, God bless Mammal" What preciou
prayer for that father and mother.
| Upon still another little stone found this
''Paba, you prayed for your household an,
: your sick child" Other souls than this hav
carried fathers or mothers prayer witt
them to heaven,
At thefoot Of beautiful monument, erect
= ed i'll memory OF noble man, listened t
this story of his life. In the year 1854 whe
: the yellow fever ragged so violently in MOI
= folk, Virginia, and other places, Howar
i Ferguson resident of Baltimore, who's,
. generous, loving heart would not allo,
him to know of suffering without hi
doing something to relieve it, left his HON
thinking not of his own life, bat going RICH
into the heart of the pestience, there like a
angel of God caring for the sick and dying
and in the beautiful words inscribed upor
his monument his ministry of mercy ceas
ed only, when God touched him and h
slept"
The following Inscriptions also are upo
his monument.
This spot is consecrated by the tears c
the orphan, the prayers of the widow til
blessings of the desolate"
Greater love than thishath no man show
that he lay down his life for his friends
AS long as live, the memory of tn
deeds of this great, and good man will b
cherished in my heart.
With one long lingering look over Gree
Mount, | turned and walked away"
''And l smiled to think GODS greatness,
Fiowed around our Incomplete .s@
| Round our restlessness, His rest"
FRANCES A BAKER.
BALTIMORE, JUNE, 1864.
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