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POST…MORTEM POETRY ＇1＇
In Philadelphia they have a custom which it would be pleasant
to see adopted throughout the land。 It is that of appending to
published death…notices a little verse or two of comforting poetry。
Any one who is in the habit of reading the daily Philadelphia
LEDGER must frequently be touched by these plaintive tributes
to extinguished worth。 In Philadelphia； the departure of a child
is a circumstance which is not more surely followed by a burial
than by the accustomed solacing poesy in the PUBLIC LEDGER。
In that city death loses half its terror because the knowledge
of its presence comes thus disguised in the sweet drapery of verse。
For instance； in a late LEDGER I find the following （I change
the surname）：
DIED
Hawks。On the 17th inst。； Clara； the daughter of Ephraim
and Laura Hawks； aged 21 months and 2 days。
That merry shout no more I hear；
No laughing child I see；
No little arms are around my neck；
No feet upon my knee；
No kisses drop upon my cheek；
These lips are sealed to me。
Dear Lord； how could I give Clara up
To any but to Thee？
A child thus mourned could not die wholly discontented。
From the LEDGER of the same date I make the following extract；
merely changing the surname； as before：
Becket。On Sunday morning； 19th inst。； John P。； infant son
of George and Julia Becket； aged 1 year； 6 months； and 15 days。
That merry shout no more I hear；
No laughing child I see；
No little arms are round my neck；
No feet upon my knee；
No kisses drop upon my cheek；
These lips are sealed to me。
Dear Lord； how could I give Johnnie up
To any but to Thee？
The similarity of the emotions as produced in the mourners in these
two instances is remarkably evidenced by the singular similarity
of thought which they experienced； and the surprising coincidence
of language used by them to give it expression。
In the same journal； of the same date； I find the following
（surname suppressed； as before）：
Wagner。On the 10th inst。； Ferguson G。； the son of William
L。 and Martha Theresa Wagner； aged 4 weeks and 1 day。
That merry shout no more I hear；
No laughing child I see；
No little arms are round my neck；
No feet upon my knee；
No kisses drop upon my cheek；
These lips are sealed to me。
Dear Lord； how could I give Ferguson up
To any but to Thee？
It is strange what power the reiteration of an essentially poetical
thought has upon one's feelings。 When we take up the LEDGER
and read the poetry about little Clara； we feel an unaccountable
depression of the spirits。 When we drift further down the column
and read the poetry about little Johnnie； the depression and spirits
acquires and added emphasis； and we experience tangible suffering。
When we saunter along down the column further still and read
the poetry about little Ferguson； the word torture but vaguely
suggests the anguish that rends us。
In the LEDGER （same copy referred to above） I find the following
（I alter surname； as usual）：
Welch。On the 5th inst。； Mary C。 Welch； wife of William B。 Welch；
and daughter of Catharine and George W。 Markland； in the 29th year
of her age。
A mother dear； a mother kind；
Has gone and left us all behind。
Cease to weep； for tears are vain；
Mother dear is out of pain。
Farewell； husband； children dear；
Serve thy God with filial fear；
And meet me in the land above；
Where all is peace； and joy； and love。
What could be sweeter than that？ No collection of salient facts
（without reduction to tabular form） could be more succinctly stated
than is done in the first stanza by the surviving relatives；
and no more concise and comprehensive program of farewells；
post…mortuary general orders； etc。； could be framed in any
form than is done in verse by deceased in the last stanza。
These things insensibly make us wiser and tenderer； and better。
Another extract：
Ball。On the morning of the 15th inst。； Mary E。； daughter of John
and Sarah F。 Ball。
'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope
That when my change shall come
Angels will hover round my bed；
To waft my spirit home。
The following is apparently the customary form for heads of families：
Burns。On the 20th inst。； Michael Burns； aged 40 years。
Dearest father； thou hast left us；
Hear thy loss we deeply feel；
But 'tis God that has bereft us；
He can all our sorrows heal。
Funeral at 2 o'clock sharp。
There is something very simple and pleasant about the following；
which； in Philadelphia； seems to be the usual form for consumptives
of long standing。 （It deplores four distinct cases in the single
copy of the LEDGER which lies on the Memoranda editorial table）：
Bromley。On the 29th inst。； of consumption； Philip Bromley；
in the 50th year of his age。
Affliction sore long time he bore；
Physicians were in vain
Till God at last did hear him mourn；
And eased him of his pain。
That friend whom death from us has torn；
We did not think so soon to part；
An anxious care now sinks the thorn
Still deeper in our bleeding heart。
This beautiful creation loses nothing by repetition。 On the contrary；
the oftener one sees it in the LEDGER； the more grand and awe…inspiring
it seems。
With one more extract I will close：
Doble。On the 4th inst。； Samuel Pervil Worthington Doble；
aged 4 days。
Our little Sammy's gone；
His tiny spirit's fled；
Our little boy we loved so dear
Lies sleeping with the dead。
A tear within a father's eye；
A mother's aching heart；
Can only tell the agony
How hard it is to part。
Could anything be more plaintive than that； without requiring further
concessions of grammar？ Could anything be likely to do more toward
reconciling deceased to circumstances； and making him willing to go？
Perhaps not。 The power of song can hardly be estimated。 There is
an element about some poetry which is able to make even physical
suffering and death cheerful things to contemplate and consummations
to be desired。 This element is present in the mortuary poetry
of Philadelphia degree of development。
The custom I have been treating of is one that should be adopted
in all the cities of the land。
It is said that once a man of small consequence died； and the
Rev。 T。 K。 Beecher was asked to preach the funeral sermon
a man who abhors the lauding of people； either dead or alive；
except in dignified and simple language； and then only for merits
which they actually possessed or possess； not merits which they
merely ought to have possessed。 The friends of the deceased got
up a stately funeral。 They mus