Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1869-08-01
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depth of feeling, which cannot fail t
cause a sympathetic response in the heart
Of all who read tkem:.
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The acords that foIioU Uere .critten jo
Others ,sho sorro,ged, tong before SIZE Jei
asleep.
| As we grow older We live more with th'
dead, and less with the living; for ",
make few new friendships, and are NOR,
| impatient of human infrmities. VIZ
! miss those who have gone away from Il,
into the country beyond the river, more
and more, far from becoming used oi
reconcilad to our loss; especially if, dying
at a distance, they lived for us until We
heard the sad story long after the mourn
ers had wept over their graves.
.. n for The touch Of a vanished hand,
And the sound Of a voice that is silll!'
Is a crv that comes often wailingly up.
out Of the depths of every human heart.
How the dead preach unto us peace, pa
ilence and reEignatiOn!-and tTuly most
Of as can count our dead during the last
few wears, and there are vacant seats In
mgrv Of our households. &" Fecit Deus, "
say the Scriptures, 81 hoaiiae0a s'nlen
isliBre post soils oceasam;'' 81 God has
made man Ike 4ato shad0r after The set
heq a. the sum" Life, ns we look regret
fully back over the Past, seems TO us too
short for diss0uSiOns and disputes; and in
the presence of the thronging memories
Of the Dead, our hearts are sanctided, and
softened towards the living.
As those who are dear to us become
fewer and fewer, we the more love and
value those whom God still leaves to US !;
and although the loss Of each, as one by
one they vanish, leaves blank void that
i. never to be filed. But their memories
remain. and after n time our sorrows are
calmed and softed ny the inexpressihle
tenderness OF our fond affection. After
all. they only go away to Assistance from
us; and by and by we shall follow them.
The stars setl but they rise again.
Mhen, in the sad autumn Of our lives,
we mediate upon the tolls and trials, the
iisappointments and reverses oflife, the
faces of the Dead that were dear 10 Us
look lovingly and pityiuglY upon us from
the shadowy coFasrs of our room, and we
I've over and over again the happier hours
of the days that are no more, and feel how
true it is that our hopes and projects are
like shadow upoA the water, that tieet-
sth away aud presently is no more.
There are many, many hearts that viii
sadly respond ia the following poem, for
it Il a cry of that agony which is wrenched
from the heart that trembles and palpi-
tates, when one dearly loved, idOlized,
worshipped, has gone away from It into
The thick darkness, out OF which, in res
pouse to all our prayers and 4ansiags,
there comes haek 10 voice from the de-
f,a4ted. It is cry like. that which
broken limb extracts from the body ut
terly overcome by the pain too great TO be
borne.
ave, she is immqrtai, and therefore so
much tae mther beyond the reach Of the
soul of him to whom she was all the
world: Immortal away fFem mey-
most sad aud despairiAg OF all the cries Of
the human heart. Of more worthto the
Lamaa heart the thin, worn locket,
with ita beauty of deathless hair" " the
little shoe in the corner" the old letter
full 6f love, the least thing that her use Of
touch had hallowed, than all " ea spiea-
did conjectureS" a the spirit. That
81 rsrgaa Ellge in the graveyard" what a
value il has to us, beyond that OF all the
- g..t - nj
Religion!
There can be EG q,atAmgnion with the
sp.;1t5 81 the dead. From that unknown
realm into which they pass when they go
away from rs, no voice nor even a whisper
ever come back 20 Us, That fruitful
SOURCE ef insanity, wodern Spiritualism,
juggles with US, when it pretends to bring
" messages from the dead, II any reach
us from world not cognizable by the SEN
ssS, they come from malicious demons
who personale the loved ones that We
have lost, in order to delude, deceive, and
madden Us. If the spirit Of one beloved
could return to us, what nRY5 q medi-
um? 1t would sasaa ia onr bedside in
ia still, solemn watches Of the night,
when we pray and implore il, with tears,
and sobs, and in the agony Of our grief, TO
come to Us. and to say that it fOrgiveS ~
for all that we may have lone amiss, in
consideration ot what It now knows to
nave been our great love. 1t is this life
that is made dark by the setting of the
star We adored; sNa the Fays Of that Star
meyer snige upon US from the other worId,
AFTER THE BURIAL.