The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1893-12-02
There lies your own likeness
md then, most awful,

to the cold dead, and soon you'll b.
with me- rims with it creepingly
rouses a spirit of revolt You TURF
away sharply to stone little apar'
from the rest, set on grassy hillside
sweet, short grass, green and soothing
to the eye and touch. This is a double
stone. "Anfel Bolton" lies here; be
side him, Jane, his wife. STOPPING, you
read this beneath his name:
Tender were his feelings,
The Christian was his friend
Honest were his dealings.
And peaceful was his end.
And beneath her name:
The benelcence OF her heart tie diligence OF
! her hands, the pious influence OF her lips, and
her liberality to the poor will be remembered
when this monument has yielded to the
I The last words have already yielded,
as all must yield in time; but what
need of more9 Lying here, little
apart from those others, the pious in
fiuence of her lips and the tender
ness of his feelings still live, healing,
restful and strong.
Did they suffer little, this tender
pair, among their neighbors? Did they
sometimes speak of it together, lament
ing gently that Martha had q biting
tongue or Elisha ii hard heart, and then
repent their lamenting? You NOV
away softly, leaving them together in
their peaceful end.
A little higher up the hill lies ''Abra-
ham Dean, a baby almost two hum
ored years old! His moundless 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 toe
harsh spot for you9 Was the soft
earth kinder?
Catherine Grace wife Of the Revd Ebenezer
Grace and relict OF Nathaniel Ware
You move to your feet to read the
rest of this inscription, and find
strange story in store. Oh, cold, I'M
jealous gravel Catherine lies rigidly
between the man to whom she was wit
and the man of whom she was relict
The three stones stand there upright.
tremendously, unfeelingly together.
Three stonesl-there are four. All.
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?s
Julia beloved wife OF the
Rev'd Ebenezer Grace
Last of the four to die. We're the
valley of dry bones to live. what them
Out there in the town they will tell
you the story of the minister's second
vooing. Others of his calling, passing
through Boston Town, spoke much of
Mistress Julia, finding her amiable,
yet pious and delectable to
he sight. Ebenezer Grace made
rip to Boston Town and sought her
ather, Mistress Julia yet unseen.
What an infammable generation it
gasl We of to-day call them staid, Sc
ious and cold, but who now lives on a
escription and wooes by faith in it?
Perhaps it struck much-courted Mis-
ress Julia's father as lmpetuous. or
his quiet minister's pretentions NAV
ave amused him somewhat He had I
0 encouragement to cffer To his per-
'nal knowledge Julia had made three
ows She would never wed a man of
lie country, widower or a clergyman
II am all three" quoth Ebenezer !
race, and so Will enter, with your /,
emission" Thus it came about that ;
lstress Julia lies, with certain de- z
urc complacence to one who knows
or story, at Ebenezer Grace's right
Ind in the little village churchyard :
Wandering in and out among these !,
lcient stones, you find few inscrip =
ons which, escaping the Puritan stern :
SIS, narrow as the grave, rise above it =
certain grandeur of thought. .
ere, for instance, is one which f
ads as rude litany and rings
tn the triumph of a certain faitl
Long I've believed
Gods power 10 fave Oh
Cheerful when called m
Go TO the grave. &C
My flesh in duff ae
Shall be his care
And he will raise
Me ftrong and fair. lii
n the gentle, musical phrases of Lois or
wins cpitaph there is but the voice NJ
natural regret for a young life nc
d down in its springtime. She had eli
own but eighteen years one hun
d springs ago when this was writ 90
!. be
Stay thoughtful mourner hither led 60
To weep and mingle with the dead
Pity the maid who SAUNDERS here 5p
And pay the tributary tear eX
Thy feet must wander far to find III
a farcr form, lovelier mind 30,
An eye that beams sweeter smile 'N'
bosom more estranged from guile
A heart with kinder passions warmed he.
A life with fewer stains deformed 70,
death with deeper signs confessed, 49,,
memory more beloved and BLESSED va
ut there is one inscription which en'
Ids widely apart from all the rest 2t
'pirit, or rather scars high above |. WIS
N, thoughtful among the narrow, cat
itual among the sordid, calm mind
nd just. He who lies beneath held
ir and well earned post of honor =