Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1871-09-22

hrows. Dear Mamie and Julia, its
hard, Oh how hard, to be parted from
youi You whom we have loved and
treasured. But tits sweet to know
that when our earthly SORROWS are all
ended and lifes weary journey is DER,
that we will all come up and join that
circle. where thou wilt he missing no
more. There is consolation in the
thought. Yet we mourn for thee, dear
ones; we can but mourn for thee. Still
we do not mourn as those who have no
hope. For we know that thy pure
spirits now walk the shining courts of
glory. That thou art now purified,
glOrificd inhabitants Of the realms of
the blcst. That thou art now standing
6y the beautiful river that flows by the
throne of God, guarded by angel wings
with crowns upon your forehcads and
harps in your pure hands, and you are
now waiting over on the other shore
for those who loved you here, and
mourned for you so sadly. But we
will soon meet again, for life is short,
lis but fleeting day. Life is made
up Of love and hope, of JOY and mis-
cry, of lightand shadows, and trouble,
and the charnel house closes the scene,
because man goeth to his long home"
Dear Mamie and Julia, a thousand
tender recOllections of thee, like an
gels iOrns, visit us in all their lovli-
ness, and we love, an how we love, to
have them cluster 'rOund US. We
love to think of the hours of our sweet
intercourse with you. Yes, and we
love to think of your death bed, loved
ones, because there was no fear of death
there. We knew that you would close
your eyes Oh earth and open them i'm
glory. We know that the golden
bowl must he b-Oken and the silver
cord must be loOsened; that the dust
shall return to the earth as it was
and the spirit shall return to the God
who gay it. The low moaning of the
ath-bell, falling heavily on the ear,
sounds a solemn "Finis," and the lids
are closed forever. Such is the lot of
mOrtals here below. Thus have pass
ed away two of the most lovely chill
dren of earth. The rosy morn of life
dawned on them brightly: high hopes
and bright prospects were theirs,
which. alas, too soon, were doomed to !
lie blighted, but oh, what happy des- |
Iiny awaited them in heaven, wither |
they have gone, and where their spir-
its are united; to be parted no more |
forever. Oh, thou, loved of many |
hearts thou art now dwellers in the |
city of silence, and while we stand by |
the grave of our loved dead, our hearts |
will throb with emotion, and our souls |
will heave tremulous sigh, to gaze on |
the spot where we soon must rest. Our |
cheeks that are now damp with affec |
tons tear will soon be pillOwed on |
the cold earth beside them. Yes, a |
few ficeting years at most and we all |
must lie down to our long dreamleSs |
repose in the dark gloomy grave. y |
few months ago and Mamie and Ju- |
Iia's hearts were beating as warmly as |
ours are now. To-day they are cold
pulseless Jumps of clay. Oh, ye care
less, and you who loved these two low |
ed and lost ones, come and shed with |
us tear for them. Shrink not from |
the city of silence. Shrink not, oh |
shrink not, but come near and ana re- |
member mortality's lot. Remember |
that our bodies now healthy and warm |
e'er long VIII rest safely from life'S /
storms; that our hearts Wild |
ly beating with hope and with fear, |
will have ceased tO remember their |
Joys and cares, and the life blood that |
flows through each warm, gushing |
vein, e'er long will be stopped ne'er to
course through them again. Sleep OF.
loved ones! Sleep on, thou art tOndly |
shrined in the temple of many hearts.
We, who so dearly loved thee, cannot |
forget thee. We will visit thy lonely |
grave in the glOaming's sad hour, |
when the whippoorwill is singing his
sad requiem over thee, there will be |
an answering echo i'm our hearts. Fare
well Mamie and Julia, dear, Ills hard
to know that thou art dead, thy warm
hearts cold, and with hands folded /
over pulseIess breasts, thy eyelids |
closed forever, farewell. Requic5cont
ia pace. LAURIE.