The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1900-06-19

Yes, Goebel is gone, and statesman was he;
His voice they nave siienced. The turbulent
sea
OF partisan madness and hatred and strife
Has quilted in its vortex his unfinished Lille.
His words yet avail those wild pillows to calm,
To pour on this chaos the laws healing balm
The pen OK the poet in soul-stiiTing verse,
Might truly the tragical story reheaise;
How, swifter than arrow, the bullet was sped,
And quick came the cry, "Oh our Goebel is
dead;
From stalehouse it started, but soon was the
wall
Re-eciioed from hilltop and hamlet and dale
HIS enemies even, with horror transnxed,
This wsil'with their cursings left wholly un-
mixed;
The crown of the martyr was placed on his
The fr end Of the people they revereuced now.
That wound to their vision his heart had laid
Aud love for the law they could see written
there.
But Goebel, though worthy pen Of more pow
Impels not the traclngs OF mine at this hour
woman-no statesman-iny theme is to-day;
Not statescraft, but womanhood would l poI-
She rests with the statesman. Beneath the
same sod
Await they together the summons of God.
Her life-it WAS fnished-yes rounded com plete,
Twas hers of all stations the duties to meet
Which none will dispute to u woman belong:
daughter, sister, so true and SO strong,
Bethrothed TO lover, that lovers fond wife,
A mother-the hottest office OF life.
AS daughter she lightened each burden aud
care
Her mother had else been unable to bear;
Succumbing at length to the wearisome race,
That mother hequeathed her the soul-trying
Beside her sad father, who. left now alone,
Must add to his strength all the might of her
own.
Around the Same board, as her mother had done,
2 he sisters and brothers she gathered as one;
The wives OF these brothers she took to hei
Each fathefess nephew and niece had a part
Her love so aboupding her counsel so wise,
some good for them all could she hourly devise.
And statesmen came often that table to grace,
staid judges beside her felt proud of their place
Each aspirant worthy was sure Of her aids
For hers was friendship which never betrayed.
In Congress, at times, the glory, the flower,
Were members sent thither by dint of her
power.
But better she loved at the bedside to tend
Some sufferer needing the help Of a friend.
A woman refined, she liked not the strife
OF factions at war in political life;
And only that merit its need might obtain
She came to the rescue and that not in vain.
No life is perfected still grief with its touch
Has rpened the nature, and freed it from
smutch
OF seliishness, vanity, pride and conceit;
Her life without measure with grief was repete.
She wept then with others, their SORROWS could
share,
Could teach them how wisely these SORROWS to
bear.
We fam would have kept her to sweeten our
lives
She's taken from earth. and there only survives
This pattern OF womanhood here I've portrayed;
Let us live, then, for others Let self be forgot,
with patience what falls to our lot
o son of this mother, o child of her prayers,
If ever a saint" with mortality shares
A wish for their welfare, a sigh for their woes,
Your failures and triumphs your mother yet
knows.
To teachings of hers could you faithful remain,
To honors unfading you'd surely attain.