The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1866-08-14
OBITUARY.

From the Charlestown Free Press of June last.
Died, recently, in the city Of Richmond, her
refugee home, Miss kLLbS rahhbh 'anH 0 :
OF John J. Palmer, formerly editor OF the WIN
chester Pirgi"i"n..
mand tn. admiration and love OF her friends, In
her death they have presented every cohsidera-
tion, of regret and sorrow: win AL inc accom- ond
adorn the female character, she added tDe Srdccs
Of the most dignifed of her sex. Noble, genial,
and kind by nature and by praetice-With q warm
frank, sincere, and devoted 10 whatever was JUST,
pure, and hcautiful-possesslnE all the traits OF ~
good Christian-rising above the irivoiities OF ire
and the giddy amuseInents OF tho world devoted
10 the pleasures of literature and thought, and the
rehuements, prophecies, and conrtesles OF me an
enthusiastic adinirer Of all that was pure and
lovely Indebted to her Creator for the charms OF
Il fauitless person, and in all respects fashioned;
morally and personally, after 'ods most ia'otea
PATTERN
"a combination and a form indeed,
Where every grace did seem TO set its SEAL
With these qualities she naturally won the adj
m~iration and affection OF all VINO c1ula hlpreciate
life, and lamented in death, her memory Will ever
be cherished with undying devotion by her imne.
date friends, to whom she was, under all their
trials and SORROWS,
- guardian angel, DER their lives presiding.
Doubling their pleasures, and their cares divi-
ding"
Is itirreverently asked, "Why did God remove
from this world one so much adjoining it ~ Why
WAS this fair Hover, in the spring time of It's ex-
istcnce, plucked from the parent stem! me an,
swer Is prompt. She was not designed by Il God OF
Love 10 remain long in a world so il-su!ted 10 her
nature:
Gan that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the iieetest.'
Her scirit was two finely strung for this earth.
Nought but the breeze Of Heaven should steai
over an instrument so eNquisltely wrought: IN
Gods wisdom, cherished flowers bloom but fora
day, exhibit their loveliness, and fall to the
graund.-whiie weeds and braIubles are per-
United To remain and cuInberthe earth, the proper
To q nbilosoph;c mind, Gods ways are not mys-
terious. All-wise, and all goodness, and with a
foreknowledge, a plan aud a purpose IN All thihgs,
so in this ito humanity s sSas event of i anp wr.l ba ns'
cnmity, or wrath-for such are. human innrmities-
in love He created this fair heing,-in love lie, ~
His appointed time, called her hence; . lis VIII
| he done on edrth as il Is in Heaven ret, U, now
hard a blow How hard to submit with Chris.
tian forbearance and resignation TO such q decree
realize the truth OF philosophy. In our moments
Of agony we forget, in contemplating Gods ways,
that
IAN discord Is harmony not understood,
All partial evil is universal good
| And hence we mourn the death OF this bright spirit
with . grief that seems bereft OF consolation-a'
Of Sds ia5se , Ts1 like ksi the , i9 : eHt't rose, she had her
allotted time IN this perishable world-a worLd
| which is only the crucible in which the iesh, inc
immaterial. Is separated from the material, and
left on earth. while the life, the divine portion, Is
transferred To a more genial and happy cline.
Why, then, should Wa weep that a fair Hover has
been transplantcd in the skies ere 1t withered on
earth 7 Why should we weep when II blooms III
Paradise with spotless and immortal beauty Lei
M weep not that the inamimate form OF THIS che
rishad mortal sleeps In Hollywood, on the banks oil
ih. Jalnes, for she lives on the green and delight
ful banks Of Jordan, with its pure and si!ivery wa
ters. where she is free from the trials and sorrows
of this inconstant and inhospitablc. world. The
| troubled and noisy waves which dash and roll al
The foot Of her earthly sepulchre disturb not her
slumber the warning elements of this calculating
world no longer mar her pleasures; From all these
disturbing scenes she is free and though dead
| She liveth, and is far happier than, they who
mourn her departure. To such n being, Were
| Ieath denied, TO live would not be life"
Her memory is all that is left OF her in this world,
and there are those whose holy mission will be e
offer devotion At that shrine to weave garlands
| of evergreen for her earthly tabernacle To festoon
with freshly gathered flowers her sepulchre &c
water with tears the sacred sods that cover her be.
loved form, and to cherish the recollection OF hel
| virtues and worth with pride and %uniading atec
ton, 80 long as they have Il heart to pulsate
"And the night dew that falls, though in silence
itweeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave whore she
sleeps =,
| And the tear that We shed, though in silence i
rolls, :,
Shall long keep her memory green in our souls"
ONE VINO KNEW HEB WELL.