Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-08-17

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Mary Ann Cross, Born 2ed November,
1919, Died 22d December. 1880.
Ga the grass Of the grave which has been
amoai demolished BY loving or curious
souvenir plucker', some one has placed a
gIass flower plate, cross chapel with thh
inscription around Il In letters formed from
black glass beads "In Memeriam--Asleep
10 JesuaP The plate is empty aud broken
and come Of the letters have disappeared--
10 resppear in the collection Of some vora.
cious relic robber perhaps, and altogether
one feels that the gave is neglected. The
impression is pathetic one 10 those who
admire this wonderful woman, but quite in
keeping With what must be considered the
melancholy close Of tragic lie. Poor,
dear victim Of a false theology that mum.
bers ils victims by the myriad She recoil-
ed from the only God she had been taught
to believe in, aud thinking there was no
other, like Carlyle. preferred TO be written
down skeplic rather than subscribe 10 a
loa,hsome creed. And really, see no
other honest course for one who knows not
the God and Father Of our LORD Jesus
Christ. Poor souls pity them and hope
for them against hope" l dare not count
them unbelievers. dare not cay "wleep in
Jesus" Tina, is sentence that says too
much and hope will soon all disappear
from her humble grave. But can not be-
lieve the heart that gave out Of it, fulness
the character Of Dinah Morris is one the
dear LORD will be compelled to pro-
nounes unfit for the companionship Of the
saved once. She has gone ITO her own
place" as we all will go. Let us not say
dogmatically where that is. for her. Mi
chael FarrAdsy and DR.. Jas. Hamilton are
both inferred at Highgaie and stood be-
side the humble monument Of both, and
thanked the dear LORD that both had
lived to bless their generation.
Will you count me inconsistent or cross
yourself dear reader in the horror Of re-
coil. IL also say that looked with a
deep interest upon the grave Of Tom Sayres
the couaueror of Heeaau in the prize fight
that every body condemned and every
body read about with fascinated sympathy
30 years or 40 aeoS He also lies in High.
gate Cemetery. his tomba plain tept-shaped
box Of stone with medallion portrait and
inscription on the gable end, and ON pro-
lection right AT its foot, the sculptured
form OF his fayorite mastiff. that attended
his funeral, and for days and DAYS after his
master was buried stalked solemnly thro'
the open gates, none daring to molest tho
the regulations strictly forbid dogs 10 enter
the sacred enclosure, and sought the spot
where the one he loved best lay buried, and
then after uselessly waiting for him TO
come back, would 90 away with every APP
pearance Of broken-hearted detection. The |
stone figure Of the mastifl is life size and |
Likeness, brown and rough except on the |
top Of the head and tip Of the nose, where
the touch of ten thousand hands has worn |
white spots polished and shining as glass.
The inscription above and below the me-
dalton portrait Of Sayres, runs: SACRED |
to the memory Of Thomas Sayres, Born at
Pimlico Brighton May 10th, 1926, and de-
parted this life Nov. sth, 1866" The face
is rugged, but kind, though with an unde-
veloped forehead as compared with the
more animal portions Of the human face
divine" can understand why bis dog
loved him, and his friends loved him. Poor
fellow | wish his English pluck and te-
nacity Of purpose had been exerted in a
nobler direction. Perhaps he never Dsd
the opportunities you and have had dear
reader. Let us pity poor Tom. He was
grand fellow in his way, and would have
won Waterloo as we'll as ''the Iron Duke"
had he been born above the prize ring.
am afraid 1 was far too much interested in
reading the report Of that great prize eight.
am sure that | read every round. with
quite a zest. l wonder how many good
people read Of the way poor "Crib" was
chewed up by his New York competitor
and then said such things ought not to be
put in print The fact is, that there is an
element Of the oombaiiye in us all that
leeds upon the exploits Of the undaunted-
be they men or dogs. That is the element
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