The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-03-19
IN MEMORIAM.

IN MR1oR1AM.
From the Pitts1u1y Gazette.
Would not this world be a better
wor'd II the Press gave more space to
the record Of virtue, and less to that of
wee If, instead Of police reports, the
sayings and doings Of the Visions and
depravcd, our papers brought US &C.
counts OF good deeds done, good words
spoken, good lives lived, and good
hopes of better words and deeds and
lives in the great future, would they
not furnish better alimcnt to the soul,
while the body is refreshed BY the
morning and evening meals? I think
the answer is Eyes," and that we might
as we'll hope to form healthy bodies by
eating decayed food as healthy souls by
feeding On the garbage of crime. How
ing and believing that you agree with
me, l ask unusual space for a record of
the life CT one unknown beyond the
circle Of her personal influence: but
VITO deserves more than passing men,
tion..
On last Sabbath we left Miss Miner
va Hawkins on hill side, in the Ale
gheny Cemetery, under the damp earth
and weeping skies and as flowers shall
spring out of her newly made grave,
when Spring shall breathe thereon, so
should beautiful acts arise from the
memory Of her past life, when contem-
plation broods upon it. She Is the
daughter OF Colonel VIM. G. Hawkins,
of Wilkins township, and was born,
lived and died on a hill overlooking the
Monongehala. She was thirty -four
when she died, and had never been
! three times out of the State, and sell
dom passed night out of her fathers
house but the influence of her quiet,
home life has left enduring results
and all good lives are in their nature.
itinerant preachers, travelling away into
the coming ages. No one ever knew
her speak or act a talsehood No ig-
noble thought ever found Judgment
in her brain her heart overaowel with
the most unselfsh and tenderest affec-
tion. 1t caused her an effort to speak
to her father o: mother without a term
of endearment, and while in the last
struggle, her dying eyes would turn
to them, and she would repeat
"Ah, you dear, dear papa you hest and dearest Of
mothers:'
But her only request was that they
would join her in heaven. She was a
marked illustration of the truth, Form
corresponds to essence" The Creator
makes no mistakes in His labels, and in
the fall the weakness and warpings Of
the human soul divine are each and all
plainly marked by the defects and de-
formities of its outer covering. The
top of her head, including the brow,
lips and nose, was Of a regal type Of
beauty undreamed Of by the old mas
tiers when they found their Venus es,
Psyches and Madonnas but from the
nostrils downward all the lines of her
person fe'l below the standard and
thus it was that the glorious ideals of
the superb, conceiviug brain ever
could fnd enduring expression through
tho executing lip or hand. Years of
careful training failed to teach this to
call from the piano, or that to utter the
tones for which the listening ear was
waiting, and once she turned from her
instruments ezclaiming:
II am disgusted with myself" but
almost instantly added, with cheer
fulness which would have been thought
sacreligious by those who esteem devo-
tion aud dolor as synonymous, ':Never
mind; up there 1 will have lips to
praise Him, aud hands to strike the
Tyre until the arches of Heaven shall
ring"
She knew that the progressive soul
outgrows its covering aud bursts away
into that spiritual body prepared to
meet its wants. She was brought up
in the Presbyterian faith, and united
with the church se1pe ten years ago.
There were personal reasons which
would have deferred most persons from
that step, and when these were spoken
of she replied:
"It is Christ's church !; not theirs.
1t is my Fathers house. Shall per-
nit any one to shut me out Of it?-
Christ did not stay on the outside of
the temple because the money changers
were in it. He drove them out, aud if
I cannot do that I can maintain my
own right to be thore in spite Of the
money changers"
Rev. Mr.. Fulton, of the United Pres
byterian church, was one Of her most
valued friends, and her eyes used to
sparkle with delight in recounting how
she had caught him once, on an ordi-
nary evening visit, and got him to talk
until the clock struck eleven, when he
thought it was but nine.
"Ah," she said, "what a grand treat
it was, to hear him talk as if he were
inspired, for whole evening, on the
divinity of our Lord. I had been
thinking aud thinking of it, so much,
that great mystery, and he made it all
50 plain.'
Another of her friends is Miss Kiu