Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1866-12-13
OBITUARY

In Memory Of Ann Jane Taylor, daughter of
Robert and Ann Jane Taylor, who died of
Consumption, in Wilmington, November Is,
1886, aged sixteen years.
| How sad, how solemn, how mysterious are
| the ways OF Deathf The silent hours of the
! night, the bright and dew spangled morn, the
MONDAY sun, and the sombre evening are no
| exec ptions to the untimely visits of the grim
monster. Infancy, youth or old age are alike
subject TO his imperious mandate. Along his
| track may b. seen strewn the millions that
| have once inhabited this globe. His step Is
| onward as tie march OF Time. He Is the agra
| rian that levels down distinctions, and places
upon the same footing the potentate and the
beggar The high, the low, the rich, the
poor all bow before his august presence. The
beautiful the brave, the innocent and the
guilty, fall like the leaves of autumn before
his hungry soythe He comes like thief In
the night and steals the cho Ice st Jewels of our
heart.
The sui ject Of this brief notice lived, loved,
was loved aud died all in the short space OF
| sixteen years. Like the ro1sbud, nipped by
hoary frosts its beauty, fragrance and life pass
ed away together The idol OF dotiug parents
she budded for womanhood, but ere the flower
was fall blown she was gathered to the cold
and silent tomb, in the harvest of death, -
Fond parents, loving brothers and affectiona te
steady but never erring step of the king Of
terrors, until that fatal hour that bid them
part, alas forever. Confding and Affection
ate-with pleasant look-a smile for every
one, she drew around her a circle of friends
that mourn her early fate their lost friend
and companion. The cold, the silent fthe
tongueless earth now enoircles all that was
once mortal OF one OF natu-e's brightest,
richest jewels. Adeotionate hearts may sob
for one they priced so dearly; the tear OF sym.
pathy may moisten the green grave of early
innocence, but the bird whose sweet note once
warbled love and affection in the ears of many,
has flown 10 that land where sorrows and trou-
blss never enter-where life and happiness
eternal. Summers suns and winters frosts
may return their annual visits, but the loved
one, who leaves a vacant seat in the family
circle, will visit US no more. Fond parents
may realize their bereavement; brothers and
sisters may shed tears on the grave Of one
whose childish joys were ther's-w hose early
sorrows found sympathy in their hearts, bat
the flowers will bloom no more, and the sun
| shine and the song OF birds will have no more
attractions for one they loved so dearly. But
| in the deep recess OF the heart memory will
| paint pictures OF the object Of their affection
more beautiful than the production of the pen
/ oil OF the artist, and more durable than the
work of the ohisel of the sculptor.
Il
| On the grave where our own little Annie is
sleeping
How cold is her bed u How dark Is the pail
| That shrouds the lone spot where her loved
ones are weeping,
The stars from above keep their watch In the
sky;
The winds lowly whisper their mournful'
est numbers;
The roses are blooming, but, OH tell me why
Sac hears not, she wakes not from death
| deepest slumbeIs
But far, far away is a region of light,
Where hope gently points with her prophe'
tic finger;
Where a Elections are real and love knows n,
blight,
Where sorrows and troubles no longer car
hnger,
IT'S there our sweet Annie has ta'en her abode
10 the sunshine Of bliss; in the ooncours
ofpleasure;
Where all lie affection and radient with love
It's there we must look for our innocen
treasure.