The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-05-19

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dfmfi On my time, already too maeh
limited, should paIIAte lfs many def
eloneies. Yours FfatefnaIIy,
NJ {, TAYLOR.
II'orshigfd Aaao, IIdrdns and
Brthyen, Ladies and fsllov. ci,issnsi
"son u man, eau these homes
livef" Thus spake Isrucl's God, 10
bis annointcd servant NJ he stood In
The valley Of vision, surrounded by
the whitencd and blcachcd remains
Of departed humanity. In faint and
misty distance slumbcrcd the soit sun.
light on Judea's sacred hills--hills
whose smoky submits, before, trem-
bled beneath the thunder footsteps Of
the great Of old, aud amid whose sol
cmn shadows, the "man Of sorrow
walked with his disciples, prayed and
tasted forty days. Before Heavens
wrapt and awaiting seer, lay the dry
bones of on unburicd multitude
waste Of death at carnival--sad relics
Of unhouscd and unconincd mortality
confusion undistinguishubly mix
cd-unsheaEcd and ungarnercd grave
crop, each blade begrim resemblance
of the inexorable scytheman--a scat
tered host Of skeletons, stark and
ghostly.
Trembling with fear, for God and
his Prophet were with the dead, the
venerable old man falls to the ground
covering his face with his mantle,
and in the agony of belief, exclaims,
"Lord, thou alone knowcstp Rise
up and uncover Ezekiel. Behold
Commotion stirs the ghastly plain
see, sinews, flesh and skin, creep upon
and cover those naked and crumbling
bones-bone seeks its ftllow-bone,
joint its appointed place--a whisper
ing breeze calls to life, and heaves
those still and rib-laticed bosoms, and
''the dead stand on their feet, an ex-
ceeding great army"
This Scriptual sllusion, NY au-
dience, has hopeful reference to the
melancholy duties here enjoincd,
The war-cloud which, for four long
and weary years, hung like the black
vestment of natures funeral hour in
lurid and stormy Heaven, has al
length spent its fury and poured its
disasters over the land. A long night
OF suffering has past, and with the
mornings light, we see the wrecks
and desolations Of our. misery
Throughout once happy M pros
porous section, whts content sat
smiling in the abodes Of plenty
where peaceful prosperity crowned q
teeming and abundant land, and the
songs Of domestic happiness arose
from the altars Of every home, wal
Of grief now burdens each passing
breeze, and amid the ashes Of general
ruin, beside the solitary chimneys and
melancholy vestiges Of wanton des-
ISOLATION, sad emblems Of former con-
tentment and case, now mournfu
suggestions Of hopes forever gone
sits the Rachaels Of the South, weep.
ing in despairing anguish for theil
children.
Death, insatiate tax-gatherer, hai
visited every house, and taken mel
ancholy tythe from every hearth
The frst-born Of the parents hope
after the last pledge Of love, the onl,
prop Of declining ycars--the hus
, band, for whose fond memory tn
heart Of the devoted wife daily bleeds
and whose desolate home Is flle'
with the orphans cy-brother
friend, all classes and ages, have beel
. ruthlcssly moved down, and lie i
: that gloomy valley which the Proph
cts unsealcd eye penetrated, whel
the solemn words, "shall these bone
liveg" startled his vision with seen
! Of strange alright, and thrilled th
chords Of hope with music in hi
! heart.
Yes, my audience, they Wii lire Q
: long as Memory holds her appointe
J, seat In the minds Of men. The
!. virtues and their names will be
s legacy Of love for our childrcl
!, transmitted as priceless inheritance
r to the unborn Of coming ages. \
z frost shall wither the garlands @
d their gravcs-whether they slsep /,
i side the iurbed waves Of the bro.
e Potomac, whose rushing current y
"a echoes their sentinel challenge, Al
a whose historic banks, made classic |
their deeds, will continue to syIab
It their names in whispering ech
}, ,fwhiIc It's Dbbing waters rush to d