The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-05-19

preached by her G~od-fearing parents
and older friends. Down she comes
over the mountain, bare-footed, with
! shoes hanging over her shoulders.
Shoes cost much money, and cobblers
charge smartly for mending, so one
must he careful. Besides, the grass is
cool, the sand is comfortable and the
occasional brook through which one
just has 20 pass, even though n goes
a good mile out of the way to meet it,
is delicious.
a little way from the church there is
a final dip, and shoes and stockings are
placed where they are supposed to be-
long, Then, demure and decorouS, my
little lady passes through the groups of
SWANS, slyly conscious of how very
sweet she looks. just on the step she
gives a bGshful peep at the favored one,
who bushes red as a cherry, an honest
blush OF a sturdy, honest lover, who
can urn a plough with the best of
them, but who can be as gentle as a
woman, where a woman is concerned.
Once more you read tho inscription,
and it saddens you to think this win
some maid should have died so young.
Even then, before you and | came
here to add our woes to the already
worry laden world, there were TRACE
dies. People lived and loved and lost
and sometimes gained, even as today.
And. before very long you and | will
have sighed our last and smiled our
last. Our worries will be the worries
of others, and as we have been glad,
so will they be.
Who could help sermonizing after a
morning in the graveyard?
On the right a busy, busting city,
giving nc thought to the bones of it's
great g~randfathers; giving thought to
nothing but the things which will make
it greater and bigger.
On the left those very bones, returned
long since to the dust from which they
came. Since they lived and died the
city has grown, gradually ~encroaching
and shutting them in until there is
room for no more. 1t is said that oc-
c%asionally at midnight, the wall facing
the street is surmounted by a row of
Shostly men Inc women, CARRIED in he
quaint costumes of long ago, sitting
with clasped hands, talking of the
changes time has wrought.
The homes they cherished and the
landmarks they loved are almost gone,
and even they themselves are forgotten.
except on patriotic holidays. they sigh
resignedly, knowing that such is the
way of the world. but they cheer up
when they remember that up to until a
few years ago they were forgotten COM
pletely, with graves covered with
brambles. weeds and clinging, creeping
vines, which hid from all the simple
records of their lives.
There Heroes Bones Rest.
The old burying ground is wonderful.
From every viewpoint it presents q
picture worthy the attention of the best
of artists. The lights and shadows on
the moldy stones are as varied as the
lights and shadows in our lives.
1t is one of the most interesting spots
in the Oranges. A morning spent in it's
enchantment will give you much of
which to think.
The original tract was owned by one
Nathan Wheeler. one of the signers of
the fundamental agreement at the first
meeting of the town of Newark.
Nathan Wheeler presented the plot to
the Meeting House Society, to b. used
as a burial place AT that time there
were 1872 feet on Main street and 432
feet on Scotland street. In 1892, many,
/ many Stdio iotNis LnO dClSo were pul-
chased from Simeon Ogden.
In the burying-ground were placed the
dead of all the Oranges and of New
ark-women and children and men,
many of whose names we learned to
know in our histories. Heroes of the
Revolution, and heroes of the home;
men whose simple, noble lives were
mainly filled with a sacrifice, for in
those days life was not pictured through
a problem play. 1t was stern and real,
and full of obligations. The devil-may-
care chap was absolutely without
standing.
The code of then was not quite as
wide, or as elastic, as the code of to-
day, for right was right and wrong
was wrong. Redeeming circumstances
were seldom considered. And yet they
knew how to be happy, perhaps bet
ter than do we.
The neglected condition of the old
burying ground, which was abandoned
in 1910, when the Rosedale Cemetery
v as opened, was first brought to the
attention of the people in 1902 by David
i. Pierson, the historian of the Orange
Chapter. Sons of the American Revo-
luton. He copied all of the Inscriptions
from the he~adstones that could be
found, and. after a years work in
gathering data, brought the question of