The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1880-01-10
In Memoriam.

DIED-ln New Orleans, Tue sdAy eve
ming, January 6, at 2 O'clock, LINDEN A.
eldest son of Ella Donnaul and Linden +.
Bentley, aged years and months.
God in His All-Wise mercy at times sees
fit to bless US with objects of love aud wor~
ship in different forms and shapes; and
when we have learned to regard them with
the full extent of devotion which the
human heart is capable of experiencing
when We have become, as it were, wrapped
up with love in the objects; when we have
lavished upon them the Unreasonable ador-
alton and homage Of our souls, He extends
his blighting hand defoliates our blossoms,
and bears them on joyous wings of felicity
to the realms of grandeur and sublimity.
And the present instance is an exemplitica-
ton of this assertion. The object of this sad
and dismal notice was the second one sent
to cheer and gladden. the hearts of his doat-
ing parents. He stayed but long enough to
entwine himself around their ido'izing
hearts; to 80 endear himself as to become
part and parcel of their very existence,
when the 10y, chilly, whitening, ruthless
hand of death was outstretched. and his
dear little heart ceased its throbbing for
ever.
Day by day, hour by hour, minute by
minute, second by second, they saw the
sweet, hectic bloom Of life and beauty fade
from his ruddy cheek; saw the brilliant
light steadily grow dim in his lustrous eyes !;
saw the little form shrink and shrivel
away. and felt the pulse beat less regularly
than before; yet they hoped, trusted and
but all was vain. Death had marked him ;
God had called him; and the little life an
swered the Omniscient Mandate.
Oh there are depths of misery and woe,
felt and sustained by the human heart
there are extents Of agony and tribulstion
which words Of ours can meier portray.
What equals a mothers lovel What excels
q mothers grief1 Oh sad and gloomy sub
ject! Obi racking and crushing misery !!
Well may We say
Nothing Of earth, but only Heaven,
Can heal the wound which death has given.
AS God atfiicts and distresses, He likewise
comforts and soothes. And we contidingly
trust and hope that His consoling balm and
anodyne, will be, in contrition sent, to heal
and cicatrize the CHASTITY wound which
death has made.
Little Linden, Sweetly Sleep.
Little Linden, sweetly sleep,
In thy tiny earthen bed:
Flowers above thee bloom and creep,
Coronets will deck thy head.
Little Linden, calmly slumber,
Where the weeping willows wave;
Angels guard thee-without number,
Jesus watches Ger thy grave.
Little Linden, mamA's treasure
Still and cold thy childish heart;
Oh such misry-beyond measure,
God preserve thee, wiiern thou art
Little Linden, halowed idol,
Precious child we loved so true:
What is life Oh what existence!
Nothing darling, without you!
All the love our hearts could cherish
Gave We to thee, unreserved;
Alas that one 80 loved should perish,
And our prayers remain unheArd
But the Great One did covet thee,
Called thee to the spotless fold;
Mamas heart can meier forget thee,
Til In death It's stark and cold.
Guieless Mary, Righteous Mother,
Unto Thee our all we give;
Take him to hee-anguish smother.
And the blasted hearts relieve
Look in pity on the stricken.
Tighten all their griefs and woes;
Send The balm-rom Thy heart taken,
10 assuage the mothers throes
Unto Thine own fond BOSOM
Take their light, their hope, their Joy:
And when God has called them TO Him
1hen restore their worshipped boy.
Al. z.
DoSALpsuSvtLLE, January 49, 1890.