Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1866-02-02

| Ioyon blue mansions OF the blest,
To thee my gentle friend and yearn
To be with thee, to be at restl
To clasp that hand SO warm of yore,
To mark that heart with rapture SWELL
And hear that voice that nevermore
Shall breathe the dreaded word-farewell
And thou hast left me; but the track
Thy feet have pressed l travel fast;
! To my poor home thou com'st not back,
But l will enter thine at last
How like a midnight dream, and less,
This life will seem to thee and me,
| As age on age of blessedness
Rolls on in our eternityl
LOVE AND DEATH.
Many are the romances yet to be created
out of the War of Emancipation. Future
SCOTS, and Dunes Coopers will adorn its
events with their genius. The elements
for such work are among the most fasci-
mating ever submitted to the imagination
feudal power, the most lordly and proud
that modern history can show; race Of
serfs, bought and sold like cattle, whose
agony was only equalled by their masters
tyranny; dialect grotesque and anus
ing, that will pass soon from popular speech
and be embalmed in the era which ends It's
existence, with its cause; the suffering OF
our captured soldiers, more heartrsnding
than any that Spanish Inquisitions have
contributed to the stock of human deplav-
ity-for that never intended blood-hounds,
Wires and Turner'S; with these will min
gle the movements of grand armies, and
the deeds Of special and memorable hero
ism. No field for master lies richer than
this. Age must ripen it, ere it can be
adapted to all the needs of the novelist
'' IT'S Sixty years Since" is. the required
title of the American ''Wayerly." <
Yet of that future and famous series, over
which our children's children will laugh
and cry in changeful passion, none can sur
pass in melancholy grace one of its real ro-
mances that has come to our personal
knowledge. -'. no
Soon after the beginning of the war,
when every soul was ablaze with the fer
vor of patriotic sacrifice, young lady lis
tened in her church to an address on this
theme, in which, among other duties, was
inculcated the necessity of correspondence
with the soldiers, to cheer and guide them
in the perils of camp and field. 1
The modest and timid girl heard the adj
vice. Her heart burned with the general
flame. She thought she coulds at leat do
that little for her country, for which she
would have gladly laid down her life
She therefore resolved to send her sisterly
regards and counsels to soldier youth
One such, an alumnus of one of the Oldest
colleges, had been writing, to the journal
in her city, letters brilliant and brave
Something in their quality fascinated her,
and she selected him as the object of her
patriotic devoirs. She sends him under a
feigned name, modest, sisterly letter, full
of courageous sentiments and religious sug-
gestions. els attracted by the beauty
of the style and the earnest frank and af-
fectionate spirit, and returns fitting res
ponse. The correspondence is laid before
her mother and approved. Letters passed
between them for several months, growing
more familiar, perhaps more fond, yet still
decorous and reserved. Fascinated by her
words, he gets furlough, comes home,
traces her out makes her acquaintance,
and the swelling bud burst into the blossom
oflove. Romeo and Juliet live again, amid
the raw winds and granite lodges of New
England. % foa1
No parental barrier rises between them,
but one equally authoritive and fatal, sep
crates, like that of Verona's, only to unite
them in the grave. He is summoned to
camp, passes through the perilous cam
paigns ofls63 in safety, hies home on
brief visit in the spring of 1854, hastens
back to join his regiment in the grand
march upon Richmond, engages in the
battles of the Wilderness, is shot, and, af-
ter night of dying, gives up life and love
for his country. The news comes home, and
the death-bolt shoots through her own
soul also. Fragile before, she droops
like delicate flower underits touch of icy
death. Her soul is pierced to its depths, all
its strength is poured out, and, from that
hour dying, she died.
Consumption sprang up in the prepar-
ed soil, and fourished in fatal luxuriance.
She strove heard against the longings and
pinings other soul, but all in vain. Her
spirit was dead within her; her body must
inevitably follow. Smiles, resolves, work,
nothing staunched the hemorrhage of the
heart. 7 ara
Six months had hardly elapsed from the
time the mortal blow was struck, ere its
victory was complete. In her last mo-
ments smile passed over her features,
her mother bends over her to catch the
dying tidings. "See that company" she
whispers. "How beautiful they arel And,
mother, the soldiers are there too~ The
smile passed away in a dying swoon.-
Rising once more from the engulfng bill
lows She murmers: "Mother, Charley is
Gomez and the love-slain maiden is 81
lent forever. Her soldier-lover had obtain
ed furlough from his Divine Comman-
der, and he has come to take his soul-bride
to the home prepared for them in their Fa-
ther's mansion. L.
Among the tender episodes of the dread
arbitraments of arms, none can, surpass
this in sweetness or sorrow; nay, in joy
also. Other agonies have had no such
speedy and, we may say, happy conclu-
sion. Other wounded hearts still bleed,
while s'theirs are at rest and forever"
A VERY PROPER ANswER.-Gen. Clin-
ton B. Fisk, in charge Of the Bureau of
Refugees and Abandoned Lands for Ken
lucky and Tennessee, has his headquar-
ters at Nashville, and has much trouble
with the ''poor-whites," who are beggarly,
mean, and impudent. A Nashville letter
says
'.Not long since woman from the ref
uge camp, which the Government has
been supplying with subsistence for one
time, called on Gen. Fisk for the purpose
of getting transportation or rations. She
was a fair specimen of the tobacco-chewing,