Morning journal and courier., 1881-01-01
Price Four Gents.

Closed are those speaking, intelligent eyes; the eyes whose glance was so full of kindly interest the eyes that with us loved to see the early buttercups amid the sprouting grass, the willow catkins, the apple blossamA and the opening buds and leaves ;--the eyes that delighted to look at the white capped waves; to behold the outspread landscape with it's ever changing beauties, and to gaze at the wondrous frescoes in the sky. Vacant l is the seat at the window, the chair at the i table and the freside, and the place in the family gathering and social circle. Silent is the voice whose tones were such music to our | ears the voice of wise counsel, the voice ofSScheering sympathy and the voice of friend ship and affection.
 But, thanks to the Being who created the realm of imagination, the pleasures of asso- citation with those awaiting us beyond lifes sunset are not wholly lost. Their memory and remembrance have become part of our selves. We need not implore them
 Abide with me Abide with me
 Fast falls the even tide"
 We fall into dreamy reverie and time is re versed The present is banished-the pc returns and moves before our mental visf Our friends appear before us, not as they but as they were. Their faces have ne grown old nor turned to dust. We see familiar forms and their voices fall up ears as natural and pleasant as eyC shake hands with them and their tou
 cold but full of warm blood and ma
 huence. We speak to them and
 once moro reveal their thoughts
 with emotion and intelligence
 but one thing we cannot recall
 the faiIings of departed friene
 shower which falls upon theD
 them away-faults are dilu
 and foibles are effaced. It
 toward them which are s, bitterly regret ever being iHconsIderate or im- patient :-still more keen1y do we lament any unkind word or deed we may have uttered or done
 Shadowy friends, we beg your generosity once more. Forgive the trespasses we have committed against you Adieu, faithful hearts. We will not bid you long farewell, for the softening light and mellow tints of life tell our separation will be brief dreams will vanish and realities will begin.
 Where are the spirits of our cherished dead Are they at present slumbering in the earth2 Are they in the air about us; in the blue ether which surrounds the globe, or are they in some far distant sphere? Do. they know what is transpiring on earth; and do they retain the friendships and loves they had when they departed this life Certain it is that their means of commgricatlon are severed else would stbe5J appear and whis- per words of counsel, words of cheer, and words of affection to the friends left behind the affectionate son would again console his afflicted mother ,and the loving mother would Gace more speak gentle words in her @augf- ter s 0@r.
 For centuries, noble, self sacrificing men and women have promised their bosom com panions that if possible after death, tney would give them at least some token Whien would help to reveal the great secret or se- crets But the lifeless clay has always, as at present, been as silent and motionless as lump just dug out of the depths of the earth; no word, sign, comes back Can it be that such marvellous creation as acute intellect, brave, generous splr' forever crushed out of existence by the 1ution of the body through which I | itself manifest? If we are neverstc | friends after this life, then the Crr He gave us emotions and sy' knew would twine about each Y gs hel and produce so much disty $ and agonJ when rudely torn asunder / 4n inevitable death devised an indescribabe cruelty. We never knew person who, E he had the pow CT, was bad enough to do so dreadful an act. Can we think the DeIy worse than any of our associates Perish the. thought Perish doubts of QUE Immortality
 An impenetrabe veil of mystery hangs over both portals of life. We know not whence we come nor where we go. Life it. self is 6 profound secret. How then can we know it's end and comprehend death But an ineradic6ble, heaven-born instinct bids us ex- claim: All hail the Eternal New Yearl Vel come the morning whose dawn shall bring us the year in which kindred and friends are re- united without fear of separation! We would not hasten it's coming, for we hay ties we do not wish to sever, anI T. L ----