The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-07-22

death W0uiu cease 10 De what 1t lB--1t WOul'
no longer be separation from the eartl
and from earthly lies. Believe me, even il
this would please the living, it would be
great cruelty to the dead"
"Cruelty to the deadi What, sir 7
Cruelty to my Rosalie? Would she be
sorry to see mef would it be cruel to
permit Rosalie to pay me brief visit, and
to converse with me on those subjects
which interest US hath? Then, indeed. she
must be changed; then, indeed ="
Hold, sir Tou have just advanced
another argument against the dead. They
are changed Their eyes have opened to
scenes so rare and glorious that they can
no longer be pleased with terrestrial things
and to send them here would be like con-
signing the liberated prisoner back to his
dungeon in the Bastile She is changed,
for she dropped those clods of clay which
served as the medium of association with
sublunary objects, and she rises, dis
burdened and lightened, into realm
fraught with pure joys, where the soul
holds direct intercourse with those ineffable
nature and adorable objects which, here,
are only seen througha glass-through the
veil of the flesh, indeed"
"Ohl then, my Rosalie is, indeed
changed, and she is mine no longer I"
cried Brown, in tones of thrilling anguish.
'"This is, indeed, separation since she can
no longer enjoy with me the objects of
contemplation in which we delighted"
'Nay, nay, not so. Your Rosalie Is
where you will also be. She cannot come
to you to enjoy again these objects of
sense, but you can go to her, to mount
with her into those lofty realms, which are
suitable to disenthralled and loving spirits.
A few years will restore her to your arms,
free from mortal stain, and with increased
powers of enjoyment. o! then you will
know what pure love is! o! then hand
in hand, with one who, like yourself, has
thrown of all the leaden weight of earth,
with all its carking cares and groveling
pleasures, you will tread the fowery walks
of paradise, and Feast on delights of which
you can now scarcely conceive"
eff all this were but true! IF you could
make it APPARENT" cried Brown, ardently
wishing for death. "'Ye believe in God;
believe also in me. In my Fathers house
are many mansions.' 1 cannot believe for
you, my dear sir; but, if you believe, you
are saved already-saved from the fear Of
death, from superstition, from the powers
of darkness-and admitted into the enjoy
ment of wondrous light; SO that, while
God is the saviour of all men, those who
believe are especially blest, for they have
hope in the life which now is as well as
that which is to come"
1t was on u dark evening when the wind
came in gusts, scattering the sere leaves
about the graveyard, and rocking the 1.-the
forest trees in the neighborhood, and when
the moon looked down fitfully from be-
tween the black squadrons of flying clouds,
that Brown directed his course to the
grassy inclosure which contained all that
was left of the gentle Rosalie.
Flinging himself on the grave, the young
widower hid his face among the blue
autumn flowers, and moaned aloud. He
had spent an hour in this unhappy mood,
when he heard quick footsteps not far off,
and looking up, he saw young man flying
toward him with great speed.
He started to his feet and the stran-
ger flew into his arms with loud
scream. In moment, however, he drew
back, and looking Brown in the face,
said:
20, my God! you are not my father,
after ALL have been bewildered-forgive
me, sir You will think strange, very
strange, but if you knew all-my dis
tress. Ali, sir and the speaker stopped
to take breath.
Brown stared OF the youth who stood
painting before him, and imagined that
there was something unaccountable i'll the
appearance and the manner of the stran-
ger, unless, indeed, his sex was dis
guised.
81 know by your looks that yea think
me crazy" continued the youth, after a
slight pause. "And indeed, fear that
am not quite right in my mind; nor would
it be strange, for my mother, O, sir! if
you knew my mother! But, my father,
he is dead; his grave is near this spot.
mstook you for him, and, in truth he has
appeared to me once since he breathed his
last. But my mother, o! she is quite
, different. She shortened my fathers life,
, and because was his favorite 60, me
have no friend now, she has pursued me
with the most violent persecution"
"And is it your own mother?" cried
Brown, becoming interested in the ring
, ing tones and unaffected simplicity of the
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