Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1869-03-30
Poetry.

[BY REQUEsT]
| The Ocean Burial
| 'Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep seap'
| The words came low and mournfully
| From the pallid lips of youth who lay
| On his cabin couch at close Of day.
He had wasted and pined, till O. 'er his brow
The death-shade had slowly passed. and now,
| When the land, and his fondly loved home were
| nigh,
| They had gathered around him, to see him die.
| ooh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea-
| Where the billowy shroud will roll over me,
Where no light will break through the dark, cold
wave,
| No sunbeam rest upon my grave
1t matters not, I've oft been told,
| Where the body shall rest when the heart is
cold.
Yet grant ye, oh grant ye this boon to me,
| Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea-"
For in fancy I've listened to the we'll known
words,
The free wild Winds and the song of the birds
I've thought of home, and cot, and bower.
And of scenes that loved in childhood's hour.
[ had ever hoped TO be laid when died,
In the church-yard there, on the green hill side,
By the bones of my fathers my grave should be,
Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea-"
''Let my death slumbers be where another
prayer,
And sisters tears will be mingled there
Oh, twill be sweet ere this hearts throb is O er,
To know when its fountains shall gush no more,
That those it so fondly hath onged for will come
To plant the first wild flowers of Spring on my
tomb
Let me lie where those loved ones will weep over
Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea-"
"And there is another, her tears would be shed
For him who lays far in an ocean bed,
In hours that it pains me to think of now,
She hath twned these locks, and kissed this
In the hair she hath wreathed, shall the sea-ser-
pent hiss,
And the brow she hath pressed, shall the cold
waves kiss,
For the sake of that bright one who Waiteth for
for me-
Oh! bury me not in the deep, deep sea-.
She hath been in my Dreams" his voice failed
They gave no heed to his dying prayer
They've lowered him slow DER the vessels side
And above him hath closed the dark, cold tide
Where to dip their light wings the sea-fowls rest
The blue waves dance on the oceans crest,
Where the bilows bound, and the winds sport
free
They buried him there in the deep, deep sea.
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For the Spectator.
Education
Education constitutes the chief and main
point of difference between the human race
and the brute creation Diyest man of all
the knowledge and instruction that he ever re
ceived, either directly or indirectly, from the
system Of Education, and though it would be
difficult to decide exactly what position he
would occupy, 1t IS very evident, that the dit
ference between him and dumb brute (save
in FORM would be Insignificant Take, for in
stance, the rude, uncultivated savage, and even
L L, L., l., oG H.,
cation, still you will readily perceive the close
proximity between him and the brute. With
out Education, the feelings, desires and pas
sions of man would not be any more limited
or refined than those Of the brute; for in that
event. decorum and honor Of every kind would
be forgotten What sort OF a country would
these United States Of ours be, one hundred
years hence, were we to destroy every book,
and every paper and every printing type, and
cease to instruct the youths altogether, leaving
them to follow the impulse and propensity Of
their own corrupt nature? Indeed 1t is diff
cult for one to form any correct idea OF the de
gree Of deprayity and degradation to which
they would have attained.
Society depends upon the cultivation of the
mind and heart of those who compose it, 1t
needs no argument to prove to the mind of any
observing person, that, as general thing, So
ciety is good or bad in every country or COM
munity, according as the people are enlightened
and educated, Or are Ignorant and uncultlvated
PEOPLE of educated communities possess, by
far, more magnanimity and lberality. Yes, [
might say, possess more plety, than those of
uncultivated communities, who care but little
for any one, except self. Yes, say more paety,
for contend that generosity, llberality and
civilization go with plety and religion, While
thev do not constitute all the requisites.
tbo r,1ctIc
sculptor's chisel is to the unsighty stone. AS
that clears off the roughness and produces a
figure most lovely to behold-so Education
calls forth the latent, inert qualities of man,
and adorns and beauties them, and fits them
for practical purposes. But it is sad, sad
fact. that there are hundreds and thousands of
people who never are favored with the blessed
| influence of this Education. Some are desti-
| tute of it from one cause, and some another
! but many, very many, are destitute OF 1t, oW-
ing to their own inactivity and pure tazaness. =
How o MANY young men and boys there are, who
spend several precious hours OF time every day,
| in lettering about from one place Of idleness
and wickedness to another. Now suppose they
lost onlv one hour every day for one year, the
time lost would be over two whole weeks, just
| in one year, utterly thrown away-nay, fire.
ouently. almost invariably, aOorse than thrown
awav. For the idler not only fails to use the
| precious moments for his improvement, but ac-
tuav consumes them In working out his own
| degradation and damnatlon.
| Young men! Young men let me call your
attention to this fatal error. Now, while you
are young is the time for lmprovement-the
| time to make preparation tor future usefulness
| Look at your watch seriously and earnestly
and lust think how rapidly the precious mo-
ments fly, and if you let one single moment of
| time escape unimproved, it is gone IN the eter-
nal past. and can never, never be recalled
And then, when you have grown up to man
hood. and begun to take retrospective view
Of vour past life, and have found that you
nassed it in ideness, it will be too late then to
call up the old phrase Of, IF | had my time
to 90 over again, what different life L would
| liyer' ''I would try to do something and be
something in the world Yes, but if you al
low the time allotted for your improvement to
pass noso, it is gone forever; and though you
NAV lament most bitterly and sorrowfuly it
will be of no avail. The work must be done
NOM or nerer Your future destiny and we'll
being IS. in great measure, placed in your
own hands. If you desire to be great and
GOOD and usefnl. YOU can be so, if you'll oply
f,w~but if YOU wish to be worthless, hold on
awhile and the seal will be fixed
It is Education that raises men. to positions
of honor and distinction, and makes them an
honor to their friends and relatives, and bless
inc to their country--while the stupid Hitter
ate man drags his life out in obscurty and dis
grace, having been dishonor to all gentiity,
and disgrace to his relatives, as well as bur-
den to society Yes, he grows up and passes
away, leaving nothing to cherish his memory
but his worthlessness. God never made man
to live and die thus. There is work, good