The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-09-09
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE


T DEAR READERS o. ruE y w NourHwrsr.
As We attempt 10 resume our Regular
Jottings tlis week, We painfully resliz-
that the wheels Of Hfe's endeavor must
roll regularly onward. even though trev
tramp.e sometimes with seeming rui.-
ness upou holiest emotions OF tbe outer
and inner existence
Siuos last we wrote you, kindly read
ers, as many Of you are already aware.
the Death Angel has entered the fold Of
our dear ones aud borne away our loved
aud hOnored father 10 tho spirit home
whitherwsFd his face had Been turned
Tor three score years and eleven. Tears
blind Us as We write, aud thoughts too
thick Tor utterance come crowding for
ward for expression, as we vainly strive
TO form them into words comuiemora-
tive Of the second birth of his immortal
spirit. When, Que week ago, We peuned
the Tact of his severe indisposition, we
little thought that ere our words would
meet the public eye his voice would he
hushed in death, and his dear eyes for
ever hidden from the earthly gaze Of his
surviving loved ones. But, like a
shock Of corn fully ripe, he has been
| gathered home in the autumn of a we'll
spent life, and his many descendants
eau only await, as he did, our appointed
time, TIL our change. too, shall come
We peer into the hereafter As into tel
escope, and see for ourselves not that
which Is, but that which is to he; and
We see for him aud the angel mother
who has walked for nearly thirty years
among the evergreen gardens Of God a
glad reunion, which we, too, shall joiu
In the eternal by-and-by. Invisible
hands dry our tear-dimmed eyes
and inarticulate voices breathe sweet
words Of comfDrt into our internal ears
as We pause aud listen "Yea, saith the
/ spirit; he rests from his labors, and his
works do follow him" Aud it seems.
even now, as though he were saying
again, as he has so often said by way
Of admOuilion in bygone years, "Con-
trive SO to live that when death shall
come you may hear the welcome plsudit,
We'll done, thou good and faitI ful ser
want; enter thou into the joy OF thy
Lord" They have male his honored
body grave on the beautiful hillside
overlooking the valley home that he
loved. But the easket only is there; the
light that iliumiued it has been traus-
planted to the balmy shades of the De-
/ lectable Mountains iu his eternal home
in the Summer Land.
Is In that bright happy land aflr.
Well find the loved, the lost:
And naught our happiness shall mar
When lies dull sea is crossed.
q" Wen meet again when storms are DER.
And ills Of life are past;
When partings rend the heart no more.
Well meet, well meet 40 Ias..r
True friend, loving husband, honored
father, pure philauthropist, hail! AMI
farewell! We turn our weary feet from
thy resting place, and take up once
more our humble share in the great con-
fiiet Of the age, the struggle for Human
Rights, iR which thy great heart bore
au uncessing interest even unto the day
OF thy death. Even for thy dear sake
will We silence the voice Of iamentation
aud carry forward the banner Of liberty.
well knowing that, though gone before,
thou art not lost, nor hast thou ceased
to remember the work Of thy loved
ones, who
Nightly pitch their moving tents
a days march nearer home"
May thy survivors live the life Of the
good and die the death Of the righteous.
and may their last hours be like thine.
We cannot write the promised letter
from North YamhiIl until next week.
but We know we shall be excused
Have patience, friends. God willins.
we will soou get back into the regular
grooves agail. As
Portland, September :, 1850.