Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1865-01-31


70 October The mountains were purple, tcaf-
let, and crimson, and had it not been that there
Has war "a the land, one might have dreamed
that be was in Eden,-sO beautiful the land.
sclpe, 80 rcsplendent the days. But there were
sad scenes A mother bidding farewell to hor
son, the wife 10 her husband, the father % his
children, taking them in his arms perhaps, for
the last tune, dlshlng aside the tears, Kissing
ihem again ana again, i0dlng snem t. his heart
tearing himself away u. last, sitting down by
nlmseii and weeping while the swift train bole
them away. II WIS not for military glory, not
'or honor, or fame, bnt Tor his country
saw az OLD mao, whose head was crowned
with years. lie was on bis way TO " ashinqton,
90 take back with him to his Pennsylvania home
the body OF his Youngest son, who had died IN
the hospital. lie had three other sons IN the
army. lie was calm, yet tear rolled down his
check az be talked Of hls loss.
" shall take the body home, and bury 1t in
the lamily ground. shall miss my boy But
gave him to the county. | want the govern.
nent % push on the war. | want our generals
move. | want this rebellion crushed out,
ne SAID
The stout-hearted Pennsylvania farmer left
the car, and lady sat III the seat ne mad occu-
pied by NY side
She y0J, was advanced in life. She bad tray
He'd al day, was sick and weary, but she had
received a letter that Que OF her sons was dying
At Federick lie bad been wound ID at Anug-
am ,--sh0, through the breast. She had three
'ons; TWO in the army, and one a little one, at
nome
" | am q widow, she sald q" Ny husband
was a sel-cip,ain, aud was lost at 70 yea ago
Ny boys supported me. When the war brOae
Jut they wanted to 60, and could MT say no.
Joseph, the youngest, IS not old enough to he o
soidler il he was, he would b9 with them.
should like to see my son oace more. hope
God .ill spare him TIL get therei bat am
40. sorry let him go
Opposite sl. wel.-dressad lady from Phils-
phla. She had received message, " Your
son is dying come quick if you would see him.
Tears we're dropping from her oyelids. The
train was not swift enough.
why don't they 20 faster she mpa-
tently asked. She had basket with wine cor
dials, and delicsclcs.
" though. would take them, lor il he
don want them, somebody will.
The Two mothers, the oae poor, earning her
living by her needle, now that her brave boys
were 10 the army the other rich, able to have
all that money can purchase, sal. down together
and talked o! their hopes and fears, both long
log 10 clasp their loved ones to their hearts once
more. There was no complaining, no regret
that they had given their consent when their
sons asked if they might enlist.
There was sorrow oil over the land, for loved
ones who bad fallen at Williamsburg, Fair
Oaks Glendale, and Malvern, for those who
were sleeping beside the Chickahominy and tor
those who reposed beneath the shadow OF South
Mountain, aud on the field Of Antielam.
But great change was going on in the minds
Of men. They had said We will have the
Union as il was aud the Constitution as il is, -
not discerning that it was war Of moral ele
ments, contest between right and wrong,
justice and Injustice freedom and slavery, civil
| lzation and barbaIism.
! nut Iney began 10 ulscern tuat tiiv 7iv,r,vute
Of the contest were the rights Of men, and Gods
eternsl laws that the armies OF the Union were
/ serving in the cause whioh had inspired Iaon-
/ das at fhermopyln, and hiltiades at Marathon ;
/ that the reyellle which walked the soldier from
his slumber was the drum-beat Of all ages that
| they were moving not by the force of mems
wills, not by opinions or acts Of men in positions
/ of honor and power, but BY the resstloss pro-
/ pulsion Of God immutable, chnagelass, eternal
laws, which Wither, blast, and destroy, when
resisted, but which are as the dews Of the morn
ing, like sweet summer showers, yIyllying,
strengthening aud sustaining, when accepted
and obeyed.
They mourned for tho fallen, but they felt
that they had lived for great purpose and
! had not died in vain. With defeat and dis
appointment there came sublimor trust in
God There was rekindling Of faith and hope,
a confidence,
THAT nothing walks with aimless feet,
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the VOID,
When God hath made the pile complete.
A TRlBurB TO THoMLs STARR KING, By Richard
rockingham. Boston Tcknor & Fields.
Thomas Starr King who died in San Francisco,
on the 4th of March 1864, as clergymen and
lecturer had attained wide celebrity. Although
but forty years Of age, he had for fifteen years
been prominently before the public as one ol
the most brilliant writers and speakers known
to the pulpit or the forum Ills father was OIL
English aud his mother Of German descent, bui
Stsrr.was eminently American in his intellectual
activities, and the unccasing labors Of bis life
ltis possible that he was indebted to his German
blood for his studicus habits and his ratonalis
tic theology but an active, almost restless tenn
peramont, and an enthusiastic love Of the gran,
aud picturesqle ani beautiful IN nature and {
heart in sympathy with the progressive ideas
upon which our American nationality and great
ness must be built, penetrated his whole being
ana gave color and shape to all bis laborS ant
rscrea;ions, 10 his theology he was Universe
last, or Unitarian, the doctrines Of the tw
secs being distinguished more by their name
than by any dilf renee in fact-and,s ,ss an Amer
can, be was u firm and constant advocate 9
freedom. The fame which lie had acquired i
the east made him sought in California, and h
spent the last four years of his life in that LAM
Of gold, reaching more splendid reputation a
pulpit orator than had come to him in Bsstor
linking his name with every humane and chr
tiau charity AMI enltt, and giving his noblcst e,
srlions to the grand work Of keeping the publ
sentiment OF California true to tho Union, an
devoted 10 freedom. lie died in the midst
his LAHORE, and on the far distant shores Of Il
Pacific he was mourned, as Boston aud Ne
England have just mourned for Edward Everett
The book before US is a grateful and gracel
tribute to the memory of this earnest, faithful
brilliant man, written by one of bis most int
mate friends and admirers in Boston, Il is
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