Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1870-09-02


PRISCILLA HAMILTON, aged FIVE years.
In the demise of this interesting child
beautiful flower has been plucked from the
thorns of the world and transplanted in celes-
tial bower. Too bright, too beautiful too
fair for earth, he has been called by Him who
said, "Suffer little children to come unto me,
for of such is the kingdom of Heaven" to take
his place - -sszzssss.s. -asea1ssz-
r"'Mid the cherub band. II
Forever severed from this worlds alarms,
Chanting the anthems of the spirit land,
hich ever swell from groups that round the
Almighty stand.'
Parents and relatives, let the consoling A.
surance, that the sloved and lost, has been
translated from this syale of tears,pu this
world Of sin and danger to the realms Of never
ending bliss hush the sounds of sorrow and
dry up the unavailing tear. He has but gone
before you to enjoy s. 81 = g e,
"a life to be spent in the mansions Of rest,
And the endless bliss of Heaven. !" -
The following beautiful and heartfelt tribute
is from the pen of a youthful writer: 81 lia
That "Little Boy" of whom it was our de-
light and pride to speak, is no more. His
sweet spirit has fed from the earth and left an
anguish which will be hard to alIay. The
music of his voice is stilled the mild beamiag
OF his eyes is quenched in the darkness Of
death; his arms are no more outstretched up-
on loving impulses, nor his step speedy in A.
fection's errands5 the happiness of his smile
will no more impart its blest contagion to our
own spirit, nor the home places be made again
pleasant by his bright presence. We were 10th
that he should depart. There were thousand
ties that bound him tous. We could not con-
ceive that flower, SO fair and full of promise,
should wither and die while within our grasp.
We fancied that we could hedge him around
| with our love- and that the grim archer could
! not lind access to our fold through the dill
gence of our Tatchfulness. We had forgotten
| that the brightest and fairest are oftenest the
| victims of inexorable Death, and that the rose
ate robes Of to-day's joy may be nsurped sto-
morrow by the sable drapery Of aff1iction:-
no more, however, than every child possessed
| of his bright promise. His little life was fan
of childish manliuess that made every body love
him who looked upon him. His kiss is still
warm upon our cheek, and his smile still bright
| in our memory, replete with love and trust.
His afflicted parents were sanguine ola fruitful
future for him, and had associated him with
many schemes Of happy usefulness in coming
life, and with pride had boosted of indications
that promised all they had hoped. Alas how
dark it seems now, we recall the dear little
fellow in his dreamless rest. He was smiling
as we laid him beneath the coffin lid, as if the
spirit in parting had stamped its triumph, on
the cold lips, over the dominion of Death. ~ 4
1t may be wrong to weep over the yOuDg
and beautiful dead but it must be . colder
philosophy than ours to repress tears when
bending over the lifeless form Of dear child.
We may know that the pains Of death are ex-
changed for the joys Of heaven; we may admit
the selfshness of our woe, that would interpoSe
itself between the dead and their happiness
we may listen to and allow the truth of reli-
gion, and cling to The hope of q happy and
endless meeting in regions beyond The grave
But What can fill the void which the dreASy
;. absence of q loved one makes, in thee circle
which he blessed, where every association tends
to recall his memory Thus it seems wher
the heart is first bereft; wifen the sorrow n
new, and we sit down in our lone ch4mbes 4
think Of II and brood over it. But we know
1 te1Ie0Dy fld{&s n
II would become unbearable And tkefe A.
many reflections that the mind draws from ~
own stores to yield affer-conffort. Mennory
forgets nothing of the departed but the woe 81
separation, and every ASSOCIATION connected
with them becomes Joyous and pleasant. But
1--WE shall all 60 home to our Father |. hovse1 I,
| To our Fathers house in the Skies s'sszlsi
Where the hope Of our souls shall have IL,
Our love no broken ties; blight, y !,
We shall roam on the banks Of tn River a.
And battle in its blissful tide; 81 Peace: /. z
And one of The joys of heaven shall be- i; y Z
The little boy THAT died" . .ssi gag