The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1868-12-11
TalIoRrAn1rv or Taa DEAD.

1t is beautiful custom which calls
us TO that solemn resort, burial place,
with garlands in our hands and fearful
eyes, to place bouquet or hang a
wreath OYER the graves Of those VIC love.
Marble may commemorate their virtues,
bat the best tribute. though unavalling,
which We can Offer to those who ''sieep
tie sleep that knows no waking is one
of kindly remembrance.
Hamlet says, when addressing that
frail specimen of womankind, the
Queen
'..Tis not my nky cloak alone, good mother,
Norc,ss,onaaey suits OF solemn black,
| That eau denote traIy;-
But haye that within which passeth show"
Who would not wish to be lamented
rs Hamlet mourned The "royal Dane
done to death by trcachery7 Alas, The
heart -ycarning which bows despairing
survivor over the marble form Of the be-
loved yields ali too soon to times
mighty inAucncc-time, the omnipotcnt,
whose triumphant march is over buried
empires and fallen heroes, no less than
over those endeared by ties of consan-
gninity aud affection, who obscurcly
sleep in humble tombs and any Gus
tom which recalls them, and freshens
their fading traces on the tablets Of the
heart, is becoming and religious in its
tendency. Hear the bard of ''Hope'
on this affecting subject
"Oh wilt thou come at evenings hour to shed
The tears of memory DER my narrow bedT'
Breath a deep sigh to winds that murmnr low,
And think on all my love and my wo"
Onc OF the most beautiful and touch
ing traits of pagan sentiment, coming
down I" us from remote antiquity, and
bodied forth il their ltioiatrous worship
no less than in their refined poetry, OK
cnplties this universal feeling. PhGton
who, contrary g the wishes Of his inn
mortal sire, undertook to guide the fiery
coursers of the sun. y6ked to ApoIlo's
flaming chariot, tell prone from the skies
smttcn by loves thunderbolt, not be-
tafc his experienced hand had yielded
70 the hcadlong fury of the day kings
bounding stccds. But biz sisters, the
licliadcs. because they grievcd, gre"
INTO poplar trees, and as they went by
H. river bank. their tears became am
| Der.
The constellation, known by astrono-
| mar. a. ..lAe Great and Little Bear" is
a cluster OF stars which move round H.
aeat eu. but never sink below the ocean.
hose are, say neurological records, ,ho
unfortunate Caliota and her huntcr son
he former converted to Il bear by Ju-
no's icalousy--thc latter saved from the
crime Of ignotantly Staying his mother
ov Jupiter, who, snatching them from
earth. placed them eternal stars in the
heavens.
Daphne, when pursued by Apollo,
Who had been cnvio0sIy wooadod by
.by Cupi,i's dart, prayed to her father
Peneus, saying, 80, deliver me, my
sire e and quickly her golden tresscs be-
came towering branches, her littlc form
scaIy trunk. But Apollo loved the
trcc-a glorious laurel, whose leaves
ever after adorned the brows Of conquer
ors aud became his own chaplct.
The mulberry, Il tree common to our
forests, ne less than to those of llellas,
was. by The imaginative Greeks, sup
posed to have imbibed the purple tingc
of lis ripcncd fruit from The blood Of
Pyramus and Thisbc, who slew them
selves beneath It's shade in despair.
Examples might be multiplied to any
extent, showing this love of an earthly
Immortality, in early times, were it ne
ccssary. But that extinguishablc long
ing to avoid oblivion. even after death,
was not peculiar to the ancicnts. It is
not, perhaps. reprchcnsible sentiment,
since nature implants it in every breast.
Some men desire to make their foot
prints on the sands Of time, even though,
in place of glory, shame be their legacy
to The world The latter, however. is
a perverted ambition, springing from
perverted moral sense. aud with it sur
yivors can have no sympathy.
But beneath sweet sunshine in our
wild cline, without ostentation, and with
single wreath or = suggestive bouquet,
carried by feeble hands it may be, and
purchased by some heroic act of self-de-
NAL (the poor be it remembered are he
role ID their own lowly way) these fun
erai offerings impress MS sadly and most
patheticaly ''lIy son! y "my mother !"
''my father' or ''my brother. y What
world of meaning lies in those brief
labels. Peace, mourning hearts =
There is a world which death cannot en-
ter. No cenotaph rises amidst the &C.
lestial fields Of Paradise. Earth, the
great supulchcr Of humanity, has sent
L. nntnmhnd mvriads TO an endiess LIE