Baton Rouge tri-weekly gazette & comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1865-18??, 1866-05-08

only could have so inscribed the stone.
Perhaps 1t was so young that 1t had no
name, but 1t was dear little lambkin,
and this was q record of affection. Near
this was another nameless stone on which
was inscribed, "OuR PET coy HAS GONE
BEFORE" How the parents must have
loved that child
But could discover in tho words, sub
mission, and sweet hope that their dar-
ling boy uas not dead, but only "gone be-
fore"-gone to that heavenly home where
Christian families may be reunited in
holier, happier circles than here. Itseemed
to say ..+..... a.-... a. .z-z ..-z
Sleep on my babel thy little bed
Ia cold indeed, and narrow;
Yet calmly then shall rest thy head,
And neither mortal pain nor dread
Shall e'er thy feelings barroWl sa 10
Thou may'st no more return to me;
But there's o time my dearest,
When shall lay me down by thee,
And when Of all, my babe shall be,
That sleeps around, the nearesti
And sound our sleep shall be my child,
We're earth's foundations shaken;
TIL thee, the pure, tho undefled,
Who once like thee an infant smiled,
The dead to life awakenl .5
Then II to Him, with faith sincere,
NV baha at death WAS ufvan III
The kindest tie that biHds US here,
Though rent apart with many a tear,
Shall be renewed in Heaven.
A little farther on, we found another
stone upon which was engraved, "LrTTLE
ELLA, OUR FIRST AND OUR FA1REsT.n Then
seeing another not far of, we approached
it, and found inscribed --"OUR LITTLE
CHARLIE. How many hopes lie buried
here" Still another near by-"OuR DEAR
LITTLE FLETCHER, WE LOVED THEE" Oh
these perhaps were all idols. They may
have been taken away because they usurped
the place which Jesus should hold; tho
treasure taken hence for the purpose of
Turing the heart there, also, sometimes, no
doubt, Jesus takes
Our treasures from our side,
And shades with gloom the happiest home;
in order to wean us from the world, and
discipline us for heaven. E...
The inscription on the next little stone
touched US tenderly, "OuE ONLY AND MUCH
LOVED cHrLD.n II is sad indeed, TO part
with any of these jewels. In one week we
lost thee, but had one left, 80 that 1t was
not all gloom and desolatiou around the
Preside. But to bury IN only child Oh
what sorrow like it ! No one but Jesus,
who promises reunion in heaven, can
heal such wound, Yet God spared not
His only Son, but sent him into this world
to suffer and die, that light might shine
on little grGves, though there may lie an
only and much loved child.
There was mother spot in that cemetery,
where we long fingered. It was enclosed
with an iron fence. Flowers, shrubs and
evergreens had been planted within, and
carefully trained by the hand of affection,
A tasteful monument bore the following
record "CHARLEs HENRY, 1912, AGED TWO
YEARS, -FOUR MONTHS. JOSEPHINE SLEEPS
BESIDE HER LITTLE BROTHER, AGED NINE
YEARS, TWO MONTHS, 1851. Now THEIR
MOTHER Is WITH THEM, 1853" Death is not
mentioned in these inscriptions. Those
who have been redeemed by Sav1or's
blood, do not die. The Bible represents
it as u qtiet sleep. "They sleep in Jesus"
blessed, while the body slumbers in the
grave. But, it will awake to life again,
when He who is the resurrection and the
life," bids it rise.
We think too much of the form that is
buried, and too little of the spirit in bliss
We need to be drawn away from the gloom
of the one, to contemplate the happiness
and glory of the other.
"Thus may the bands of life unloose,
But can't dissolve my love,
Millions of Infant souls compose,
The family above"
We came to little hillock, the last one.
A plain slab was there; aud by its side
low, rude stool. l have forgotten whether
there was q name, or any record upon that
stone,-but l have not forgotten that
well trod path led from the walk to that
seat, and on that little grave was vase of
fresh flowers, which had been recently
watered.
No doubt that path was made by the
mother of that little sleeper, often coming
there to sit, bringing fresh flowers, en-
blems of her sweet flown, 30 early trans
planted into the herbarium of it's God.
Reader, are you a stricken father or
mothers Look with the eye of Faith
beyond these sorrowing scenes of earth,
and behold the home of your sainted
children. IT'S blessed home. We may
join them there. We may in unbroken
family circles, meet around the throne
of God. ~
LAKE GAGE, May Cd, 1866.