Smyrna times., 1890-10-22

whose courtesy we are permitted to
publish it. The writer was daughter
ofMrs Reubelle by thesecond marriage.
Mrs. Reubelle grew up a young lady in
Smyrna, Miss Margaret Kennedy, of
rare beauty, intelligence and attractive
ness, marrying, when a young lady
Col. Archer, after his death Maj or Tai
mage both of the U. s., Army, and
finally, in her second widowhOod, 60
ing to France. won the heart and be-
came the wife of Gen. Reubelle, of the
French army. The following are some
of the "reminiscences growing out of
her life.-ED.
81 HILL HOUSE AVENUE,
New HAVEN, CONN, Sept. 3, 1890.
My DEAR Mrs MASON:
Our Cousin, Miss Dwight during her
recent visit to US, mentioned your
name to me as one who still remem-
bered my dear mother, and held her
memory in afiectionate interest l
know quite we'll that you and your
sisters were my mothers intimate
friends in her youth she used to
speak of you all frequently, and indeed
III her latter years she used to express
quite longing to see once more the
the faces of friends of her youth, aud
we often talked of the visit we made
together 10 Smyrna at the time she
sold her property there. | have also a
very diStinat rama IN hra N ~ q, 4 s,,and di mr.
pleasant day with you and your sis
ters and of being so much struck at the
time, with the intelligent interest you
expressed in hearing of our European
life; and of how you seemed to delight
IN listening TO my mothers vivid and
picturesque manner of talking: She
retained to the very last her ardent
mind, and that certain talent she had
beyond any one have ever met for
graphic narration I used to think in
her last years it was pretty sight to
see her in the dusk of the evening
seated in a large crimson velvet arm
chair, with the warm fire light playing
over her, aud her three little grand
children lying on the hearth rug at her
feet, looking up at her with eager little
faces, and hanging on her words with
that breathless sort Of interest they
always gave to "Grandnama's stor-
les"
think my dear mother had changed
but little in her personal appearance
from your last remembrance of her; she
retained to the last her beautiful long
black hair (not even streaked with
gray and her brilliant eyes She had
the same dignified bearing, and fine
way of holding her head. A friend of
ours said that he liked to get to church
early so that he might not lose seeing
Mrs. Reubelle walk up the church aisle
to her pew.
My dear mothers last illness was of
only weeks duration. She suffered
but little, and passed gently away. She
was unchanged in appearance and as
she lay in her coffin she looked just
like beautiful statue. My sister Julia
who had been great invalid for many
years, and devotedly cared for by her
mother was so overcome by what
seemed to US mama's sudden death
that she could not rally from the shock
and died three days after: they were
buried on the same day and laid side
by side in the same vault. That was in
the year 1862, and as l look back it
seems to me ages ago since | look my
part in that touching, and to me deSOld.
ting scene of their burial, but ROW,
love to think that their last resting
place should be in spot of such ro-
mantle beauty and interest as the
Church yard of Bishop Teignton in
DOwnshire. They sleep we'll in that
very spot where my dear
mother always wished that. she
might be buried, as she was deeply at
tached to the place, the wonderful
greenery around, and the antique his
tory and associations of the old Church
always had a great charm to my moth
ers imaginative mind the vault where
they are buried, lies at the base of a
ruined chapel of our Lady" dating
from the Twelfth Century (the Roman
Catholic period of Englaud's history. J
The ruin is completely covered, and in
deed held together by masses of over
hanging ivy, ivy of such luxurient
growth as can only be found on the
ruined A5bies of England, and all day
long the swaying bOughs of ivy
throw their tremulOus shadows over
the white marble cross that guards my
dear ones grave.
And now dear Mrs. Mason l venture
to think that you may be interested in
reading poem written by my husband
to enshrine the memory of my nephew,
civilian p. Ogle" my sisters young
est child, my mothers grandson) who
was only three years old at the time of
their death, and afterwards was my
especial charge and great delight. He
grew up to be young man of singular
charm of character, and of really ideal
personal beauty. l have often thought
what my mothers JOY would have
been could she have seen that grand
son for he was more like her in char
Gcter and appearance than either of her
own children !! He was six feet and
three inches taH, perfectly formed and
held himself just like mama his fea-
lures were faultless, his expression so
radiant that it sometimes seemed as il
his soul was shining through and Civ
ing expression to his cOuntenance, but
in his prime, out of the midst of his
useful earnest young life, the Lord
took him to himself, no death agOnies
for my darling's sensitive spirit; but in
his sleep he passed away The cir
cumstances of his death are detailed in
the poem and you will see that his
beautiful body was brought back to be
laid in the family vault by the side OF
his mother and grandmother (see part
vii of the Vigil "Where kindred dead in
halls of silence wait his ordered com.
ing" &c. Before our dear one was
laid in the vault it had been lined with
moss and wreathes of flowers by loving
friends, and the chancel of the Church
where the body lay during the night,
was a perfect bower of beautiful bloom,
to which my husband makes allusion
in the part ''The Miracle of Flowers. f"
1 think you will be Interested in my
husbands description of the antiquity
of the Ancient Church of Bishop
leighton of England. My brother-in.
law was not alone Rector, but OWner
of the Church as we'll, also of the Church
Of Luton where the Memorial" to
Willie is placed (such is the manner oil
Church benefces in England-The
vigil" (my husbands poem) was re-
ceived in England with an apprecia-
ton that was quite a surprise to my
husband, many Of the Bishops writ np
to him, most kindly about it. We sent
over 20 copies, though of course only
distributed among personal friends oI
the family, they, however distributed
the poem to some men of distinction al
Oxford and also Cambridge University
England, and so unexpectedly the