South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1871-04-14

| ter OF christopher Helske!l. And even here
at my feet, rests poor Granny FITZGERALD
! the old lady, not larger than little girl,
who, when the news of the death of her
two sons, soldiers in the war of 1912, was
announced to her, laid down upon her bed
and there for twenty years she remained,
until death came, aud her bed was made
I here. Aud there rests poor Mrs CHERRY,
near the graves Of those who were frieuds
to her thro' many years-poor woman, her
| great troubles are all over, and her last
/ wish, that she might rest here in this
old yard, graiifed. And on the other side
of the Church, we buried last Summer,
JAS. McDoNALD-a young man whom so
many loved the last time we exchanged
! friendly aud light-hearted words, little he
thought that we would never meet again
From those two graves, hush what voices
do L hear speaking: how solemn tho
words :-"Haye ye forgotten how We trem-
bled at the pestience, how We quaked at the
thoughts of Gods judement-when you
heard of our deaths, oh men and women
of Romney The pestilence is stayed, but
Gods judgment is still near Turn ye, turn,
oh thoughtess people" As those words
thrilled thro' my ears, | saw GEORGE Y.
HoUsER' 5 grave-maDy friends stood with
fearful eyes at his funeral, and a large fam
lily now mourn their loss. A marble slab
covers the grave of Mrs. SUSAN, wife of
OrHO w. HEIsK ELL, of Wheeling-sbe
whom dread consumption marked as its
victim-beautiful and amiable, she rests
alone, her father and mother (Maj. GIBSON
and wife, lie in the graveyard at Charles
town. And here rests Mrs RACHAEL
wife of our former old respected citizen,
Capt. GEORGE LEPs,- mother of a
large family, with great bodily sufferings
she passed thro' the Valley of the Shadow
of Death, cheered by Jesus-with her, rest
her two daughters, SUSAN and BETTE
Mr.. JOSIAH SAMUEL, a stranger he came
to our village, but soon death claimed him
as his own-two little grandchildren lie
with him. JOHN BARKER, ere thou enter
ed into marhood, the fell destroyer claim
ed thee. And sleeping by his sister, Mrs.
WHITE, lies CHICHESTER TApsCoTT-a
young lawyer, of delicate organization aud
hand some appearance-the husband of a
daughter of Naylor,-long years ago he
passed away with the song of triumph
ooh grave, where is thy victory? Ga !!
death, where is thy sting?" And with the
l}lairs', lie LLOYD RAWLINGS, Blair's part
ner, aud the stranger, WOoD, relative of
Mrs. Blair, who sought our village for his
health aud found, in few weeks grave
MARGARET MoRELAND rests with her in
fAnts--children she left behind to praise
her-rosts, aye rests after years of earthly
suffering We cannot come to you, but
yOu can come to as" are words uttered
from so many graves. And | see again,
old Mr.. JOHN FRIDDLE, an industrious
man, the father Of large family, whom
many yet remember, and old Mr.. BUsBY
who passed away years before this genera
ton can remember. 10 a voice from that
grave away in the Southwestern part Of
the yard, IN the corner--poor BETTE Ev-
ANs-liquor maddened her, and poor wo-
man an outcast she lived, and ceased her
wanderings here. Mrs. KITTY CooKUs,
we oil remember her, God gave her new
life and Christ blessed her last hours, aud
bitter tears were shed over her grave. !
see one who was here at one time so below
ed, and whom his brothers ia a benevolent
institution buried-DAVID GRIFFITH, by
his side rests his wife, she who was taken
so soon from him. And here lies CATHA-
RINE, daughter Of john ENDLER, and
wife Of JOHN w. MARsHALL,-sweet in
her manners, amiable IN her disposition,
she passed away from her friends to a bet
ter world. Mrs. KITTY KIRK, who raised
large fImiI y, rests with her son and her
little grandchildren here. There are voices
coming up from many other graves, but
We cannot recognise them: their tenants
have passed away-immortal souls they
are, we living know them not; and yet
their sweet voices fall upon our ear in con
junction with those from other graves. 4
stranger stood before me, and asked Gwhy
muse you here These graves contain
but dead bones and his is tho last Of man. 3"
"A voice from NANNY BETsY's grave re-
piled "The fool bath said in his heart
there is no God, but We know how we
care they which came ont of great tribula-
ton and have washed their robes and made
them white in the blood Of tha Lamb"
! looked and behold the stranger was gone,
and it seemed as if the voices from the
graves were more sweet. aud ] could hear
The echo aud re.ccbo of tho words 'sblood
of the Lamb" Aud / cried with a loud
voice 90 some Of The tenants Of The tomb :
NEWMAN, how now thy desire after sci
enhiic knowledgo-how thy cravings TO
add TO The knowledge Of the world2 NAY.
LoR, how now thy dreams Of family pow
or RAGLANn, how Thy great dreams Of
ambition CRAIG WOODROw, how now
thy classical tastes p" And voices of tbun-
der cried out--"Vanity Of vanities, ali ia
vaniiy-prepare for death-beaven is The
only goal fit for immortal souls 70 fix their