The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-12-08
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And beneath her name:
The benehcence OF her heart the diligence OF
her haLds, the pious influence OF her lips, and
her liOcrality 70 the poor VIII be remembered
when This monument has yielded 70 the
The last words have already yielded,
as all must yield in time; but what
need OF more? Lying here, a little
apart from those others, the pious in
fuence of her lips and the tender
ness of his feelings stil live, healing,
restful and strong.
Did they suffer little, this. tender
pair, among their neighbors? Did they
sometimes speak Of IL together lament
ing gently that Martha had a biting
tongue or Elisha Il hard heart and then
repent their lamenting? You move
away softly, leaving them together in
their peaceful end.
a little higher up the hill lies ''Abra-
ham Dean" "A baby almost two hun
ured years old, His mounGlcss grave is
the softest resting place, and you sit
there, leaning your back, wearied with
bending, against his little carved foot
stone. Poor baby! did you find New
England two hundred years ago too
harsh spot for You? Was the soft
earth kinder?
Catherine Grace. wife OF the Revd Ebenezer
Grace and relict OF Nathaniel Ware.
You move to your feet 20 read the
rest of this inscription. and find
strange story in store Oh. cold, I'M
jealous grave! Catherine lies rigidly
between the man TO whom she was wife
and the man Of whom she was rclict
The three stones stand there upright,
har1noniously, unfeelingly together.
Three stones!-there are four. An,
Nathaniel Ware. you do not lie there
unavenged. Catherine. your relict, lies
at Ebenezer Grace's left side, as at your
right, truly; but whose name is that at
Ebenezer's right hand?
Julia, beloved wife of the
Rey'd Ebenezer Grace
Last Of the four 70 die. We're the
valley Of dry bones 10 live, what then?
Ont there in the town they viii tell
you the story of the minister's second
wooing Others Of his calling passing
through Boston Town, spoke much Of
a Mistress Julia, finding her amiabie
sprightly, yet pious and delectable 10
the sight. Ebeuezcr Grace made "A
trip 10 Boston Town and sought her
father, Mistress Julia yet unseen.
What an inGammable generation il
was! We Of to-day call them staid, Sc
Bious and cold, but who now lives On a
description and wooes by faith in IL?
Perhaps il struck mucn-courted Mis-
tress Julia's father as unpetuous. or
this quiet minister's pretentions may
have amused him somewhat. lie had
no encouragement toCffer To his per-
sonal knowledge Julia had made three
vows. She would never wed a man Of
the country. a widoyvcr or clergyman.
Il am all three 0uoth Eha..a..,,:.
TRACE, and SO I viii enter with your
permission" Thus il came about that
Mistress Julia lies, with a certain de-
murc complacence 10 one who knows
her story, at Ebenezer Grace's right
hand in the little village churchyard.
Wandering in and out among these
ancient stones, you find few inscrip-
tions which, escaping the Puritan stern
ness, narrow as the grave, rise above il
10 a certain grandeur of thought
Here, for instance. Is one which
reads as a rude litany and rings
with the triumph Of certain faith:
Long I've believed
Gods power 10 fave
Cheerful when called
Go 10 the grave.
Ny flesh in duff
Shall be his
And he VIII raise
Ne ftronC and fair
In the gentle. musical phrases Of Lois
Levin's epitaph there Is but the voice
of a natural regret for a young life
laid down in its springtime. She had
known but eighteen years one hun
dred springs ago when this was writ
ten.
Stay thoughtful mourner hither led
To weep aud miuglc with the dead
Pity the maid who slumbcrs here
And pay the tributary tear
Thy feet must wander far 10 find
4 faircr form, a luyelicr mind
An eye that beams a sweeter smile
bosom more cstrauged from guile
heart with kinder passions warmed
A life with fewer stains deformcd
A death with deeper siPhs confessed,
A memory more beloved and blcfsCd.
But there is one inscription which
stands widely apart from all the rest
IN spirit, or rather scars high above
them, thoughtful among the narrow,
spiritual among the sordid. calm mind
ed and just. lie who lies beneath held
a fair and well earned post Of honor
among his fellows, as his tablet tells:
This modest stone what few vain marbles can
MAY truly say here lies az honest man
Calmly he looked on either life and here
saw nothing 10 regret, or there 10 fear
From Natures temp rate feaft rose satisfyd
Thanked Heaven that he had lived and that he
died
Fanaticism has striven TO darlSen your
day and dull this sunshine, this JOY and
pride of life in your veins. You have
smiled a. the-dead warned gruesomely 8
of doom and worms and tombs, and
then one word of honest, wholesome
thought strikes like an arrow in the
gold of your mind. Has the lightest
mind its gold hid away somewhere,
awaiting the well-feathered shaft?
Natures temp'rate feast"-you feel
the tempered splendor of the sun. In
the softness Of the many-blended hues
of green, in the girdling circle OF uudu-
lating hills held in a strong-drawn line
on the horizons edge, isithe calm power
of the unbroken laws of life and ma
ture.
Turning thoughtfully aside, you see
again the diaphanous, graceful leaves
draping yet not concealing the strong
boughs of the clm-trees clustering
above the graveyard gate.-M Margaret
A. Brescoe, in Outlook.
Queer Wager.
An American acrobat in Vienna late
ly won queer wager. He bet con
siderable sum with "A Vienna strong
man that he could not endure TO have
"A liter of xyafar fall dron hv lrpr from