The Van Buren press., 1877-04-17
DIE D.

WARD-Ncar Denver. Colorado, on tho
l2th inst, AUGsrus NJ. WARD. son of Angus
tus j. and Elrnor Ward. aged "a years, mos.
| and days. His remains will be brought here
for intermcnt.
Just as the golden rays of a September
sun were falling athwart the fading foliage,
and the flowers OF summer, distilling all their
sweetness, were fading and seeking the dust,
with which they were to form part, the soft
Autumn air waited upon its lovely pinions
f'c ell-tae tidings" of Al. Wards death.
AS gently as summer to Autumn passes So
did he glide from lifes ripest season to It's
untimcly end. Scarcely have the mournful
murmurings OF his funeral knell died upon the
air. or the sunny ripping of memories gold
en- stream ceased its wanderings through the
mind. or the burning tear of affection dried
upon the cheeks of those who knew him best
ere thereo cmes. upon the "lghtning's breath
the news of Gus. Wards death. When Al.
died, at home, father and mother, brothers
| and sisters, were at his bedside, baptizing
him with their love-tears, and warming. with
| their afectionate caresses, the form that had
felt the 1" chilling embrace of death" Poor
Gus! not so with thee. Far away from the
home of your childhood, and the tender min
| istrations of those whose kisses. tears, words
of affection and prayers, would willingly
make "death's hard, unchartable bed" as
" soft as downy pillows are" you went down
to death amid the cold pity and sympathy of
stranger faces. We remember the twin.bro-
theirs from childhood They were always to-
| gether. and their affection for each other was
of that intense and powerful nature and de-
scripton, that thoroughly dcies all human
conception. Never remarkably hea lthy, the
family physician recommended change OF
climate, and this eventually caused theil sep
aration. The Autumn, with its fading beauty
saw Al, sink into his last long sleep at his
sunny southern home while Gus, far away
from the place of his birth, when Spring was
trying to dispc the cold Of dreary winter
laid down to die, shorn of all loves tenderest
minstrations. May He who tempers the
wind to the shorn lamb. comfort the family
of the two boys, and may the twins " Gus and
| AL" rest in peace, United in their lives, in
| their deaths undivided"
| Death, cruel death, with thy lean, frosty finger,
| Thou robbest our hearts Of treasures so dear,
Thou comest when bliss would with most linger,
And destroyest each rapture that to us is near.
/ Why, tell mo why, wilt thou ever be stealing
From our hearts and homes the ones we love best,
Destroying each hope that the future concealing,
Would lend us cleaning Of joy overblest
Oh yes bring him back let him sleep by his brother,
! Meath the sweet, blessed mound. above him so
| green,
Where the tears of father and sister and mother,
May bathe them alike with their pure, holy sheen.
Plant there roses and vines that their close inter
| twning
May ever keep green on the soil Of each heart
he strength Of that love that was enshrining
Each thought of these twin-on who died far
! apart,
May the Spring, with its ycrdue so green now ap-
preaching,
Kiss the graves where they sleep, ith its pure,
! holy breath,
| Be evermore near. with its perfume encroacbing.
To make sweet in its gloom their slrmber of death
Far away, yond the skies. mid scenes b!est, super
nal,
Perchance these two twin-oncs Hosarnahs have
! sung,
For they know that their unions amending eternal.
| And with affection have TO each other clung.
Farewell, "Gus. and AL" the drear icy river
Stretches 'twixt you and dear friends left behind.
And when we shall stand on its banks with sbivsr.
! Twill be our delish; to bring you TO mind.
/ 1t is not, | am thinking. farewell forever.
An sdieu and parting, from which ne'er TO meet,
! Oh no, We shall meet. torart again never,
Z iud our biiss shall - lovely, holy cymr!ct.