Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-11-11
\ ew paper Obituaries,

were " not that the purest affection
prompted the composition of the obitna.
~ verses we see almos: daily ir the
prints, some of them would not fail TO
excite our "risibles." Iut we must not
even smile at what p,st ,nortsD1 affection
will do TO lubricate tie memory and nev.
er.before-l hougbtAof virtues OF the de.
parted; yet it sometimes happens that
"fricnds Of the family" insert IN the no.
tices Of deaths their lubrications or sym.
pathies, "done in rhyme" These are
less sacred, aud we may venture to copy
some which we have from time to time
cut from the various journals. The first
one seems 10 have been pcnned by a low
er Of the dece; sed
Melinda, thou art gone to rest,
With all thy tender affections frozen in
thy breast
Our hearts are sad and can never more be
gay,
Bee use no one fills the place of her that's
gone away"
IN this unpretending stanza no one
can fail to see the pure love that trans
laies itself into Father rIde numbers.
Who shall pretend to fathom the depths
OF that mourning heart?
The next is one IN which admiration
Of certain qualities unmis, akably cxhjb-
its itself:
"She was gifted with all virtues,
Spoke lahguagc with cas-
And as Il teacher in the Seminary,
StrOvc her friends to please"
Cah we doubt that her efforts were
successlul2 Z Most women are gifted with
tongue Timber enough to "speak lam
guage with Ease" Such praise, even
upon tombstones, is grateful to tie sur
wing friends " hu love to dwell upon
the memory ut those gone into "that
mysterious realm where each shall take
is chamber in the silent halls of DEATH"
We cannot Imagine what degree of
friendship was entertained by the writer
of the following, but he surely must
have had sOn1e tender feeling:
when we love some tender flower,
And watch its opening beauties,
So we see the lovely woman
Going about her duties.
Everything is done Alright,
All with a critical eye,
Her house is swept and account is fixed
When she comes TO die
The II, 1t il order is one very general
ly used, with variations. The name is
changed, and the last two lines incapa-
bic of material alteration
dearest Thomas. thou hast left u.s.
And thy loss we deeply feel
But It's God who has bercf! u.s.
He can all our sDrrOws heal"
Another, much ustd d, follows. Hardly
day Passes that we do not read it
among the obituaries:
"Dear Mary, no tongue con tell
Ecy much we loved thee and how we'll
God loved thee, too, and he thought best
To take you home to be at rest"
Some of these notices, which we have
thus carefully collected, have direct re.
ference TO the calling Of those whose
memory they would perpeluate, as, for
instance, the following
"Our Samuel learned the plumbers trace,
And at it worked with skill
And managed after some few years,
His bank account to fill.
But death dissolved the solder and
His fire of life put out,
And stopped his pipe, while we his frient Z
Go mourning all about"
The following IS fair specimen OF
Irish parhos and sentiment, taken from
an obituary notice in the Cork examiu=
er:
"Ah Btidyet mavourneeD; the sod is above ye;
But never. an never, "a 40 anght but TO love ye
My heart is your own. where all through your sleep
Tine priest bid me lpok, mid my sobbing aud tears
Beyond this lbue lingeringi this misery Of seats
! To that happier tilnr; when my sins all forgiven
| And do-yes, look through tie sorrows OF this.
To that world where with you s The hearts rest OF