The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-12-16

ish people. and represents him in
the attitude Of apostrophizing the
daisy, which he holds in his hand,
q plow share forms part of the
pedestal and his Scotch bonnet lies
at his feet. The whole instinct |
with life and genius-genius in
the subject, genius in the sculptor.
Oh! genius! wondrous spirit how
irresistibly dost thou compel ador-
alton. For myself, ! lay my very
soul upon thine altar. In wander
ing through the Burns monument
as l often do, looking at his relics
and reading his manuscript letters.
I camo upon one that melted me to
tears. 1t is evidently his last, or
nearly 90, for it is easily seen by
the weak and struggling characters,
30 different from his usual bold,
firm hand. that tho palsy Of death
was already shaking his frame. Il
is to Mr.. James Burns, Of Mont
roso, and reads thus.
MY DEAREST COUSIN: When
you offered me money assistance,
little did I think I should want it
so soon. A rascal Of q haber-
dasher, to whom owe o consider.
able bill, ta!:ing it into his head
that l am dying. has commenced
process against me, and will in
fallibly put my emaciated body in
to Jail. Will you be so good as to
accommodate me. and that by re-
turn of post, with ten pounds. oh.
James. did you know the pride of
my heart, you would feel doubly
for me. Alas, / am not used to
beg. The worst Of 1t is, my
health was coming about finely.
You know, and my physician as
sures me, that melancholy and low
spirits are half my disease; guess
then my horrors since this business
began. II had il settled l would
be, l think, quite we'll in q manner.
How shall l use the language to
you? Do not disappoint me! but
strcng necessity's curst command.
| Forgive me once more mention by
by return Of post. Save me from
the horrors of q jail!
My compliments to friend James
and oil the rest. I do not know
what l have written. The subject
is SO horrible, l dare not look it
over again. Farewell.
July II r. BURNS.
| Poor, proud heart! He must in
that moment have said,a did King
!, Phillip,
"My heart breaks! now l am
really to die" Any one ia the
least acquainted with his history
will know what it cost him to write
that letter; and so long as there
are hearts of flesh it will touch
them In the department Of the
picture gallery devoted to scrip;u-
raj subjects is one of life sized fig
ures of the "Cruciixion," whose
terrible reality I cannot stand be-
forc, and another, "Christ Teach
ing Humility" which more than
anything l have ever seen before,
brings me to a realization of oul
Savior's life and character. The
face is indeed that Of 50 man o.
sorrows, acquainted with grief
but sweetiy tempered with pa
tient resignation, and illumlneG
With the light of divine purpose
OF all the fathers and mothers
youths and children, who gather
around him with rapt and eagel
faces, he has chosen the younges
and tenderest, babe, to exempli-
fy his greatest lesson. Among
the NANNY that arrest and fasci-
nate, l will only mention one NOR
lone that pleased and to-ched M
much. It ia called "Quiting th'
Mansc." The minister, with hi:
head uncovered, has just turned
his back upon his home, and i
,enderly staying the feeble step
of his aged mother, while his wife
surrounded by her little ones, stil
fingers to close the door; only th
eldest OF the children seeming t
realize the sad parting. The vii
lage children are gathered in lit
tie groups, and with vide, wonder
ing eyes, feel q sorrow they d.
not understand; the youths am
maidens, lingering BY the way
side, wear that transient look @
grief that will not lirgcr upon til
face of youth. SO full of;ife's prom
ises; but the aged, with uncovere'
and with streaming locks. she
tears of unmixed sorrow as the
i see their beloved pastor depar
II is very touching.
In rambling through the muse
un, the other day, among, not cx
actly .'thc gathered wisdom of
thousand years." (you know th
quotation, but the gathered re
!, lies OF thousand years, l brougl
up. horror-strickcn. before th
Maiden that sncient instrumer
Of torture used for bcheadin
criminals. and whose insatia,
throat drank SO dee. ly ef nobl
and iynoLle blood. Ye powers {
perversion! 20 call that thing
maiden! lis true enough that mait
ems, often the softcst and the fai
est, arc instrnments of tortur,
! when they get their fair finger
wound amongst the heart string
: can make them thrill deepest mote
|, Of woe, but then the wickedest ,
!. them was neve. known to cut O
heads. You black, bloodstaine