Daily Davenport Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1864-1874, 1868-01-11
DAILY DEMOCRAT.
SUNDAY READING.
A Beauetful nyrnn.


The following exquisite hymn has been
pronounced to be unsurpassed in the En-
glish or any other language. II was written
BY Augustus. l.. Hi,lhouse, who died in Par
is some years ago
Trembling before Thine avfri throne.
Oh Lord in das; my sins own;
Justice end mercy for my life
Contend Oh smile and heal the strife
The Savior smiles upon nv soul
Aew tides OF hope tunlultYous roll
His voice proclaims MY pardon found.
sersphic transport wings the sound.
Earth he's jov unkno IN TO Hsaven-
The net bosn pea OF ain forgiven
Fears of such pure and deep dslight
is angels never dim ned your sight.
Ye saw of old on chaos rise
the beauteous pillars Of the ekies.
fe know where mourn exuitant s.riugs,
And evening olds her dropping wisgs.
Bright heralds Of the Essvnsl Will.
Abroad His errand We ful6ll
Or throned in foods Of beamy day,
SymphosIous in HE presssce play.
Loud is the song--the heavenly plain
Ia shaken with the choral strain
And dying echoes floating far.
Draw music from each chi ming star.
But amid your choir shall shine,
Aud oil your knowledge shall be mine;
Ye on your hsrps must learn 80 hear
A second chord that mine will hear.
ArfgR sHs. FuxgRAL.-Of oil rsturnings.
that one after the funeral" is the saddest.
Who will say il is not SO, that has followed
q beloved one TO the graves While he was
sick We wentin and out, anxious, sorrowing,
suffering The solci,ude to relieve and care
for. and comfort him, engrossed US the fear
OF losing him excited end agonizsd us; the
apprehension Of our Own dssolstion in case
he should be remoy ed from us, almost drove
US wild.
While he 10y dead beneath the home roof
there was hurry and hustle in preparation
for the nnal rites. Friends are sent for,
neiehbors are present, the funeral arrange
ments are discussed. the mourning procured,
the hospitslitiss Of the house provided for;
all is excitement the loss 10 not yet per-
ceived in oil its greatness.
Blu. latter the funeral" after the hustle
has oil subsidized and things begin to move
on - usual, then it is We begin to know
what has belallsn ". The hou seems
sun and sepulchrAl. though in the heat Of
the city; and though ito threshold DO stil
trodden " friendly ieet 1T % - u empty. The
apartment, how deserted! Especially the
room whore be struggled and surrendered
IN the last conflict There are his clothes,
there his books, there his hat aud cane,
there his ever vacant seat 1t the family
board During his sickusss No had not SO
much noticed these things. for We hoped
ever that be might use or occupy them
again. But nov Ne know it cannot be,
and We perceive the dreadful vaouity every
where.
Oh how dark and shssslsss the night
shadows come down after the funeral No
moon or stass sssr shons 30 dimly; no
darkness ever seemed 20 utterly dark. The
sickinss Of the clock rsound like bel
strokes all over The house. Such deep o.
lence No footstep now on the stairs Or
overhead in the sick chamber no nurse or
watcher 70 sone and say, s'lIs 10 Get % we'll
and asks for you" No indeed you may
sleep now and take your rest, i you eIn.
Alb poor beresved heart IL viii Do long be-
fore the sweet rest you once knew
will revisit your couch. Slumber will bring
again the scenes through which you have
Just pas ed, and you will start from il but
10 find them oil too real. God pity the
mourner after the funeral"