Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1869-01-07

81. sitting gin Recommendation saddor
memories oilimos. ail unconscious, it
may be-, OF the fact and this evening,
this mellow, hazy October evening,
whon ono 10 slmkingly notices the Dc
Ipauurc Of summer, when tho leaves
are qhlling dry and withorcd TO tho
/ ground" and natures laughing is
turned TO mourning, and the sunshine
seems so far away those sad intopa-
lions stNugely, wildly recall the no
age (or is The image always IN the
heart whom one loves the dead y Of
noble, talented brother, over whose
silent grave the winter winds have
been bowling aud the summers sun
shining, the sod forming, and bright,
beautiful flowers blooming, for more
than ten long years.
There was no tender mothers agon-
izing love bending over his dying
couch, ms only mothers do no fathers
bitter tcars-such as only fathers can
shed-saturating bis last pillow, until
his weary, aching head rests on the
Savior's bosom; no indulging sister,
giving vent TO great sObs Of grief at
her expected loss only few distant
relatives performing the last and most
sacred acts of kindness and love. IL
was only after the last breath had
been drawn, and the soul had gone
forth TO discover and occupy its eter-
nalabiding place; the clods had ratified
upon the coffin, chow that makes one
shudder } the grave was filled, and
friends had gone home to miss and
remember the kind, noble youth for a
feto days. (that is the worlds wayO
when news 80 sad, so traught with
pain, was despatched to those whose
hearts bore that dear image so indeli-
bly,, and who alone could shed the
bitter tears for the loved one.
Many days have come and gone
) since the family were clothed for the
first timein the habilaments of mourn
ing, but they only serve to bring the
dear one nearer 20 us. Oh, ours was
rebeIious grief (how sinful } so
unsubmissive 10 the will Of Charity's
Heavenly Father
Sleep, silently, peacefully, (only in
memory never sleep,) until the last
shrill trump awakes thee
The canvass moves on, and we see
= two darling boys, who had but a few
short months before bade adieu to
their cradles, oil radiant with health
and loveliness, droop and die Sweet,
sunny-faced, fairhaired boys were
: they, but Death stepped over the pa
rents threshold and claimed ''angels
for the better land;" the portals Of
heaven opened - closed - and there
were two less on earth, bitt ttr0 more
in Heaven!
Never can memory be so treacher-
Gus as to forget the dear forms and
sweet faces, merry prattle and loving
voices, the rcverent clasping OF hands
of one as he listened to the dear pastor
{ for the last time unfolding words Of
: wondrous truth to his opening mind
p or the noble bearing Of tbs other, as
D be occupied q pew in the same earthly
j. temple Pure ones, who knew not
s the sin Of this world, may / meet them
/; on the "shiuing shore" Of the "beauti-
{ ful river I"
Then memory fondly, painfully, too,
G recalls the lovely form and beautiful
e face Of fair, rosy checked, noble
browed girl Of twontyfour summers.
S She had arrived at the full glory Of
IS womanhood-a perfect woman-the
e embodiment Of al chat is amiable and
IS good-a true Christian. lt was her
% piety that always made her sacred to
?. me that made me laud soul-worship
IS to her. / never gazed into her beau
b tiful eyes but that / thought she was
&c "Too fair on earth 70 stay,
7. Who're an g. looiing."
k Something Of Heavens own light
Is seemed 10 Gil those truth-tclling, love
le speaking orbs,
IN Later, found my thoughts more
b. than prophetic, for ghostly Oonsump-
ie ton sought her out for o victim
rs heightened the color of those full
a, cheeks, frightened the light Of those
ID radiant oyes, and only too soon for
le wounded loving hearts, carried her
to away to the grave.
" oh, how keenly, truly / felt that
I'd death loves the loveliest and, in my
he rebellion, wondered how the grave
y could close over SO much of loveliness,
when there was really so little Of il
or here but the immortal is budding in
n celestial glory, heavenly beauty, "fai
be beyond the rolling waves"
he A marble slab and smiling minia.
le, turo-tcndcr letters, fun of the breath
en- ings of Friendship, memories and love-
on are all that speak to me Of my Chris
he tian friend.
u might speak of another, around
"a whose letters, full of intellect ant
M love, wit and beauty of sentiment, 1
'u- laid the ominous black speak of be
e.s beauty, her Intelligence, her kind
ny loving heart and rare accomplishments
.er lii(od up from this grovelling spher
SIX into higher, purer, brighter light,
n redeemed one, with "a crown upoi
re- her forehead, harp within her hand !;
10 that sweet voice, made so much sweet
up or from having heavens harmony
lat touching it; but written on the table
no of the heart, is sacred to the momor
is of Annie -"
wn These are a few of our dead wha
lh Of the many living, who have nc
ses passed through the "beautiful gates
Il, poarly whito !" who have not gone u
ltn TO tho "boautiful temple, clothed j
ed, lightp
,as. A story is told of Western lawye
nse who lately attended a religious NEE
gill ing where he was called upon to off,
zed a prayer Not being experienced
d such duty, he rose and attempted q
bal. Lords prayer, and succeeded vei
the well until he came to the passal
'on- "Give us this day our daily bread
nan when, from the force of habit, he il