The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-03-15

II "DUNDEE'S'' NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. IN Thu
number of our paper appears an announce
ment of the death of Charles F. Enverdale
native of Dundee, Scotland, A years Of
age, who had resided in this parish since
1868, with the exception of year spent al
Armite, in Tangipahoa parish. Mr.. Enver.
dale was a gentlemen Of fine abilities
whose plain exterior and unassuming man
ners concealed from all save those who
knew him best the well stored and cultured
mind of a scholar and poet. He was the
author of the various poetical contributions
that have been published from time to
| time in the CHIEF under the nom de plume
of Dundee" and those of our readers
who have perused and admired his pro-
| auctions need not be told that he was the
possessor of rhythmic talent and poetical
| inspiration that, with proper exercise and
cultivation. might have earned him no
mean distinction in the world of letters
Filled with all a Scotchman's ardent ad-
miration for his native land, many of his
poems were written in the Scottish dialect
and abounded in praises of the hills and
dales of the country where the author first
saw the light of day, and of the scenes
among which he spent the earlier years of
his life. He had been in bad health since
his visit to Tangipahoa in 1892, and on re-
turning to Ascension during the summer
of 1888 he expressed the premonition that
he would soon be numbered among the
dead. He seemed to have no fear of death
but rather to welcome the approach of the
grim monster and to sigh for relief and
rest from earth's trials and labors. His
last poem, published in the CHIEF of Janu-
ary IL, 1884, and entitled @Life's Evening""
was indicative of his belief that his end was
near at hand. The verses were as follows:
My iifes been like O lonesome moor
A lonesome moor that have past
And as the sunset shadows creep,
The brightest coloring is the last.
All vain regrets are ended now;
The past will never pain me more;
I've seen the distant ferry Light,
I'm waiting to bs ferried DER.
To that home of many mansions,
Cieansed from all earth's stains and sins.
With His welcome full before me,
Even can enter In;
Where the tn ief will find his Savior.
With the Magdalen reconciled,
Where the lost son finds his mother
And the mother finds her child;
Where all wrongs Of earth are righted,
Where the truest are the best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
Mr.. Enverdale died on the I'd inst. at
the residence of Mr.. George P. Sholar, in
the parish of East Baton Rouge, near Hope
Villa, and his remains were Inferred in the
Brown grave yard, beside those of Mr..
Alexander Mccullough, countrymen and
friend whom Dundee " had buried eight
or ten years before. Sometime prior to his
death, Mr.. Enverdale had expressed wis h
that he might be buried at this spot, and
the request was respected by the friends
who watched over him during his last hours
and tenderly performed the last sad Offices
the living can render the dead. Here, be-
meath the spreading branches of beauti
full magnolia, near the banks of the Man
chac, the body of Dundee f" lies alongsi de
the bones of his former friend, and the
little birds sing their sweet songs and fit
cheerily through the foliage above all that
is mortal of the dead poet. Let us hope
that his kindly spirit has indeed found q !
happy dwelling place in that bright region
beyond the skies,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary ere at rest.