West-Jersey pioneer., 1868-06-26
A PICTURE.

Strolling through the Shockoe Hill
BurylDg Ground, few evenings since,
we unexpectedly became an eyewitness
TO scene that even angels might look
upon with an approving eye. Within
the railing of neatly though plainly en-
closed section near the southern boundary
of the burying ground, we discovered
three sweet little girls-the eldest had
probably seen ten, and the youngest not
over six summers. The trio of little in
nocents had noiselessly gathered around
little green mound which appeared to
be the newly-made grave of an infant
The elder sister--for sisters we Judged
them to be--oecupied an attitude of deem
devotion, kneeling softly and gently by
the side of the little green mound. which
hid from view the loved form of little
sister or a brother, who, sin the morn
and liquid dew of YOUTH" had been
transplanted to happier sphere. On
either side, speechless and motionless.
stood her little sisters. whose eyes like
her own, were running down with the
MEETINGS Of their pure and innocent
hearts.
Not an audible whisper escaped the
lips OF the little mourners The orison
OF the kneeling child was in secret, but
her whole manner bespoke the eloquent
nature of the prayer she offered up to
the throne of Heaven for the little one.
That prayer, we doubt not, has been reg
lstered in Heaven; and if in after life, its
author should waver in the path of recti-
tude, it will plead trumpet tongued in
her behalf. Fearing that our presence
might disturb the sacred devotions of the
sweet little trio, we paused, and quietly
took position which would enable us to
watch, unobserved, the action of the de-
vout little mourners. The elder sister
held in her right haud O brroL Of ae,-o-s
the earliest which genial spring had
called forth-consisting of violets and
hyacinths. These she would press to her
lips, and then scatter them over the grave
of the little child Anon she would
gather them up, press them to her lips,
and again strew them over the grave
The sun was rapidly descending the west
ern horizon-his last rays were gliding
the tops of the obelisks which mark the
repose Of the opulent or the gifted, and
the shades of evening were fast gather
ing round the holy scene. Softly and
reverentially the little sister rose from
her kneeling posture, and as she arose we
caught a glimpse of her sweet face; it was
illuminated by an angelic radiance, which
for moment induced us to believe her
more than mortal. Gently taking her
sisters by the hand, the little trio Of in
nocents softly left the enclosure, the elder
sister closing the gate with degree of
caution which seemed to indicate her
great anxiety not to disturb the slumbers
OF the little child reposing in the en-
closure. After casting one long linger-
ing look at the little green mound, the
sisters departed, and with the hurried
eager steps of childhood, soon reached
the street. After they had left we drew
near the spot rendered sacred by the out
pourings of their pure hearts. One little
mound only broke the even surface of the
section-the violets and the hyacinths
were there, and we imagined they dis
titled more delicious perfume on the
"desert air" than the rarest exotics cul-
tivated by the horticulturist. No stone
told the name, age or sex of the sleeping
child, but his resting place has been in
delibly stamped upon our memory
Richmond Times.