Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-06-22

to witness the scene. he was not there
to make these characteristics remarks:
"Cum hire, Bose. Doan ye see de
big people? Curl down behind me.
Dare. When our fun'raI Gums darrell
is black, an you's yallar. He's white
and desarves a bedder fun'ral dan me.
Only the Lord can draw de line atween
1 us. Cum, Bose, we's no place hire"
The cold authorities had come as q
business duty, and hesrtlessly, tear
lessly, mechanically placed the black
form in the pine coffin, for "dare was
no Abe LInkum den."
A sculptor came and took the death
mask in the death-room of Sir Jartin.
A marble statue of himself was to be
placed above his grave.
Nose was buried without ceremony.
Not stone to mark the spot.
The white mans funeral was sombre,
sad, profound, full of tears. A band
came and played dirge. Amale choir
sang a monody. The casket was a
marvel of magnificence. 1t glittered
with silver and gold. Silk plush held
his head. Aristocratic relatives and
friends dropped the sympathetic tear.
The funeral cortege seemed like q holi-
day pageant, q Rals-day demonstration,
only there was mourning, mourn
ing. The band played solemn and 10 "
to muffied drums. The measured
tread. The tramp, tramp, tramp. II
had q mournful cadence. The car.
risges rolled solemnly. The tasseled
horses moved malestically. The
funeral hearss seemed the grand
sombre personifiostion of woe. EN-
blems of mourning shrouded the great
windows. Flags were hung at bali
mast, and the bells which had rung so
merrily for the great wedding were
heavy with unutterdble woe. 1t was
over at last. The white body was slow.
ly. solemnly tenderly lowered
down through the yelling cy-
press boughs. down, down into
its last resting place. A few last
words of ceremony. A few last for.
malities, and all was over. The muffied
band played a requiem above hiI
his grave. The vile dirt ratified dis.
mally on the elaborate casket, and the
people turned away, praises on theiI
tongues, and sympathy in their hearts.
But the black man knew naught OF
all this, for he too, was sleeping the
same earth sleep that knows no waking,
the poor unmourned old negro. over
In Poverty Flat graveyard, and he could
not turn to the dog and say:
''Cum, Bose, rich white mans
dead. But def is de same to all
De choir will sing. De ban
will play, but all de same We
must die; and, Bose de dif'ra ce aint
in de display. Oars somedin' mourn
dis. Money hain't de Judge, dar's
soul, a soul, Bose. Cole an di'muns
doan't change de color OBJ dat. No,
sar. De Judge will strip us stark
naked, and de skin won't decide ltl'
There was "def" in the old hut
There was death" in the grand
home.
A black man was buried over yonder,
where nobody goes.
A white man was inferred where
many people resorted. Marble slabs.
Mar bic monuments. Marble statuary.
1t rlian, Carrara, German.
Lavish wealth. Msgnifcence. All that
money could buy. And, where the
difference? In color? Position A
black man in a graveyard. A white
man In cemetery. This:
After the mournful splendor, the
uhu-
soleum of Sir Jartin was seldom OF
never visited. In a year he was as much
forgotten as if he had never been born.
The glare and the glitter of wealth had
passed away. Sir Jartin was only
memoT.-. Within the twelve months
his widow had remarked, she that was
overwhelmed with grief.
The negro was sooner forgotten by |
all save onel The flowers wilted Oh
the grave of Sir Jartin, for they were -,
only watered by Heaven. But "de |
yallar dog" had not forgotten. Go |
there the day of the burial of Nose.
Bose was there. Return when the |
stars are peeping. He was still there. /
60 on the morrow when the hot sun is !
shining. The animal was yet there a |
week, and he was yet there. Neither !,
hunger nor thirst had driven him from ,
his 'ole massa.'' But he died at last. |
Money. and tears, and flowers he had |
none. But more than all these he died |
for his old dead friend, Moses Hor.
rortonl CLARESloNT, y. n.