The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1893-12-02
WITH THE DEAD.
The Sights One Sees in a New
England Graveyard.

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t England Graveyard.
I
!; There is a good deal of comfort to be gathered
+ from these little old scraps OF poetry . and
somehow they seem to stretch to suit grea
grief and shrink to ct q smallone Hawthorne
Graded among the loveliest of hills
resting in their very center as in the
: hollow of a hand, lies New England
graveyard with an unpretentious en-
trance-a time worn wooden gate, and
an earth roadway striking in unex-
pectedly from an old elm-lined street
Clustering about the gate, the spread
ing branches of other elm trees screen
the roads destination, their small
leaves clothing yet not concealing the
strong boughs' outlines as a diaphauous
robe might drape graceful form Near
the gateway stands a rude she'd from
which the town hearse has been rolled
! into the sunshine-for funeral to-day,
4 perhaps. The thought of new grave
seems an impertinence among these
ancient tombs as new patent of no
bility among those long ennobled. The
/ summer rams have softened and the
winter storms have beaten down the
mounds to a grass level. You may
walk among the worn headstones with
a lighter step. perhaps, but earth has
been earth too long to hold part sacred.
The grass has grown up long and thick.
You read that "Mrs. Thankful,
wife of Judah Dickson, died aged
twenty years." but your head must
lie as low as hers and you must
part green veil of verdure before
learning that 'of four children she
alone survived infancy, and from in
fancy she was an orphan. To the SYM
pathy due to one thus early bereft of
near kindred and home she impaired |
peculiar interest; for she was equally |
amiable and intelligent
All these stilted phrases and barely |
twenty years old-only just wife,
perhaps! The minister of the village
wrote that epitaph. beyond doubt.
But those two lines below, SO worn
that to decipher them you must trace
the letters with your finger, as the
blind read-who wrote these words of
quaint pathos?
Though all the world forget beside
tbs meet that remember still
How pleasant to lie in the cool
grass with the warm sun shining
down from the warmer blue above,
and with your chin propped on your
hands. vivid life without and within,
your blood quick in your veins, read
now another lived and breathed and
owed and ended, poor thing, hundred
years ago!
The next stone stands so near that
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eel of the earth is good, as the crawl
ng beasts of the field know. Move
Onward as they, and part the yelling
-rass to read Martha Pryor's message I
o the world she left:
Reader, you also shorty mutt
Be ttrippel OF life and turned to duff.
Let the grass spring back Martha a
5 not the gentle Thankful. You will t
hink of all this some day; yes, but not 4
It Martha's bidding, with its spice of t
enom-not with the spell of the Joy of
wing on you'll r
Move on to that stone near which a W
mall, three-leaved, clover-lilse plant
dds negative with you. shaking its
head from side to side on
S slender stem.
"Sufa Ingraham" lies here-her
,mbstone rough-hewn from the hills,
s back unfinished as the cutoff life
hich the carven front tells Of The
one has sunk sideways into the =,
.ound, which adds to its look of de- y
epitude. The inscription can be read. 10 10
1T with difficulty: dr
The blooming cheek the fp- -
arkling eye From Deaths ar &c
rest could not save me.
Youth and beauty
are where the rest of the inscription
hid. doubtless. If under the mold
ere "Sufa." as Martha, compares her
ate with ours to be, kindly Mother
ature has taken from her Martha's
ivilege, and stopped her lips with
nth.
How denunciatory they are, these old
aggressively warning in their
7 of dooml sta
Daniel Roswell, from under his IA
,vern urn, draped with switch of I'M
,oping willow, sternly sounds his sPl
5e of warning: ca
Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear,
Rorentl thy end is nigh, am
Death at the furthest can't be far, Thi
think-beforc thou die Ma,
md Elijah Warner, brooded over by Sali
cherub, impossible and NV NV
airy, with eyes bullying from their Tina
lzets, tells of his too early death in
same awful voice: Far
Youth can,st thou Needless view dow