Vicksburg weekly herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1868-1883, 1870-06-04
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aeae writer haas &iE as We nov
asaL and lhoiF lives were active "a
or own. Thay passed Ike vapor,
VILE nature wore The same aspect
81 bsauty e. Rhsa her creator com
maaded Der % be. The heavens
shall Be as bright over our graves
a. thoy now are around our path.
Yes Q little while, and Ell will have
happened. The thrObbing heart
VIII be shllsd and shall be .! rest
Our funeral viii End its way, and
prayers shall be said, and then we
shall DO LEFT alone in silence and
darkness for the worms. And It
may be q short time we shall be
spoken Of, but the things Of life
viii creep In, and our names will
soon be forgotten. Days will con.
tinue to move, and song and laugh
ter will DO heard In the room 10
which we died and the eye which
mourned for US will be dried and
glisten again with joy, and even
cur children will cease to think Of
us, and viii not remember 10 lisp
our names.
And this 10 to be the end!
Food for worms. What the
manly, 1.-THE and strong, nervous,
active form, now instinct with
broad hopes, great ambitions, gen.
srOus impulses and ardent long
ings, and the womsnly form
Of sweetes! grace and
beauty swelling with emotions
Of purest tenderness, truest faith
and hottest love, these to be food
for wOrmSl Ay, for wormsl and
the presence which has so often
rejoiced our eyes and like a mag.
net, drawn forth the richest treas
ures Of our hearts will but grace
the reptiles festal board and Crum-
bic into earth.
Ali no wonder many fear, or,
rather, detest Death when It comes
In such terrible shape. No wonder
they are hOrriAed ct the undoubted
knowledge Of this fact and shrink
with u~ncOnceAled dismay from the
awful picture their vision paints to
them. But If these could only see
the picture completel If they
could only DO made to believe that
these rude, afErightiBg but true
sketches Of the End were only
the barren outlines devoid Of re-
liefrepresenting the utmost coarse.
mesa Of expression, and not the true
picture as when taken finished
from the easel Of truth and hung
upon the wall In lie proper light
for contemplation TASn q differ.
emit scene wOnld be known. Then
. different sentiment e~ngendered.
TheH q moro and most glorious
truth EMBODIED Of the End. Yes,
Our Turn Must Come. Wm win
II come? At what period in life,
at what part of the journey, at
what station upon the road?
WIN II be while aAoat, or when
in portI While wildly adrift up
on the billows Of lifs's ocean vainly
seeking for an island for rest ; or
win 1t DO ct the family freside, sur.
rounded BY loved and loving ones
who viii brighten the way End
ward with the golden tinting of
their lover
And what Is the rest Of the pic.
ture2 Is It that although Death
and the grave crave and devour
with shudderOus haste the forms
dear to ne, so that in time neither
lot part nor parcel can be found,
that the grave and Death are bAlk.
ed Of the iairest and best and
worthiest inasmuch as the grave
nor Death can destroy those great
broad hopes, ambitious and gener-
Gus impulses, those sublimest re.
suits offaith and love, because they
are now forever imperishably pet
rifed into deedB Of greatness, Of
superiority, and Of nobleness, that
viii live on and on far beyond the
shOrep Of neeting Time, and far into
and across the sRdlessly stretching
fields Of Elernityl And what are
ell these glorious qualities, whose
results live after as but those very
things which make us prize life
here?
What Is life to US, to you and l,
without manliness, without tender.
mesa, Without love, without faith ?
And whst are We to each other
without these things2
What, really, is to rs the most
haautifnl statue when not informed
III buOyant pulsating life and its
Pr ninens indiCss2 True it is
sald tsl TIE sculptor Praxiteles