The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-02-20
BURIAL OF MAUD.

MAUD Merrill aged twenty, was killed or
Tuesday night, and on Thursday her body
was carried to Greenwood Cemetery from
the undertakers shop at the corner Of Car,
mine ana Bedford streets. Mr.. Benedict
spent much of the morning looking for
clergyman to oficlate at the funeral. He
experienced great difficulty. Many to whom
he applied positively refused when they
learned the character Of the girl. It was moi
until noon that Rev. j. J. Brouner, of the
North Baptist Church, at Bedford and Chris.
topher streets, was secured. Mr.. Benedict
refused to disclose the names of the clergy.
men who had declined to attend the funeral.
N. Y. Sun
In the still and solemn midnight came the
snow-fakes whirling down,
Spreading out feecy mantle over all the
sleeping town;
On the palaces of grandeur, on the novels
Like the breath of God, impartial, rolled the
ripples OF the snow.
O'er the halls where Dives feasted, Ger the
dens where paupers starved,
Ger the spires to heaven uplifted, with
Chrst-emblems hewn and cerved;
Through the avenues Of fashion, through the
alleys sick with crime,
Falling on the polished marbles, falling on
the flth and slime.
Then, cry so wild and fearful rang across
the atmosphere,
That the sudden-wAkened sleepers hushed
their beating hearts to hear
Now again red-handed Murder, through the
stormy depths of night,
hurled sinful soul, unshriVen, out upon its
starless flight.
Thus the rags of morning fingered on brow
80 young and fair,
That the pure recording angel Wept as he be-
held it there.
Who may tell what fierce temptation, who
may tell what waves of strife
Surged about the soul departed from the
terrors of that lite
When they brought the erling woman to the
Christ of Galilee,
Fiersely clamorlng for vengeance, boastfal
scribe and Pharisee,
Spake he not in accusation, but in mild, re-
proving tone;
"He that hath no sin among you, let him
cast the signal stone"
Are they wiser than the Master? Are their
souls more free from soil p
Prating Of their priestly mission to the hard
eued sons of toll
Grand in stately peroration, eloquent in
sounding phrase,
Sleek and fat, yet always craving-shspherds
Of these later days?
7 OF, forsooth, that she was sinful that her
hopeless life went out
In the midst of nameless evil, at whose
sight the demons shout,
None might say a prayer above her-none
might even stoop to say
To her sisterhood about her, "CeGse from
sin. and learn to pray"
All, those Pharlsees of Judah! Alb, those
old Judean scribes
How we wrap our mantles round US, breath
Ing scorn on all their tribes
ThALktnR God that we are Christians; that
our charities are great;
That no Lazarus is lying hungry at our outsr
gate;
That, although we build our temples quite
as high and grand as they,4
We are not like noney-changers, selling
doves for triple pay;
That we pay our tithes contented, print our
names to wondrous schemes
For the unconverted heather, running wild
with savage dreams.
let when morning breaks eternal on the
shore to which we tend,
And the glamours which surround us, Ike
unstable Vapors rend,
1t may be that clearer visions OF our earth
life may unfold,
And the good we cast behind as, grasping for
the shining gold.
HENRI b. FEEToN.