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Article EXTRAORDINARY DEATH OF THE AMERICAN SEA-SERPENT. ← Page 3 of 3 Article THE MORT-CLOTH*. Page 1 of 3 →
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Extraordinary Death Of The American Sea-Serpent.
ton days ; and when he reached the shore where his friend lived , the monster prayed hard for its life ; but Pat put an end to Ins frolics by cutting off his head , which as he says is presarved for the curious in the Museum of Phil-delphi . " -., !_ ,. . . By this time , Barney and his rib had finished the skillet of potatoes , so he returned to weeding his potatoe bed , while Judy went to invite the pigs and the poultry to dine upon the jackets of those they had consumed .
The Mort-Cloth*.
THE MORT-CLOTH * .
DY BROTHER G . TA 1 T , OP THE LODGE , HADDINGTON , ST . JOHN ' S KILWINNING . I REMEMBER—for it is deeply engraven on the tablets of my memory —being , several years ago , present at the funeral of a poor but honest man , in the remote parish of , ly ing at the foot of the Lammermuir hills , towards the eastern termination of their blue declivity , on which melancholy occasion I was an eye-witness to the last sad obsequies of the dead being performed under peculiarly distressing and
heartrending circumstances . . The funeral of a Scottish peasant is , on almost every occasion , attended with a degree of unavailing extravagance which , however , is quite foreign to the ostentatious parade and solemn pomp too frequently displayed when any of the great ones of the land are consigned to their last narrow mansion in the cold , dark bosom of the earth . There is a vain , but honest , pride peculiar to the poor of Scotland , which induces them to of the mortal remains of friends and kindredwith what may
dispose , justly be termed an overflow of dull and melancholy ceremony , which is not only profligate ancl unnecessary at the time , but too often the source of poverty , with all its bitter accompaniments , through along series ot succeeding years ; and yet , in the very face of those gloomy likelihoods , the poor , forlorn , half-broken widowed heart , yearns at the thought ot having the deceased ( to use a common phrase amongst the class of people here alluded to decentllaid below the ground" Such were the
) " y . conflicting feelings of Martha Johnston at the time of which we write ; for the heart that had fondly beat in unison with her own through the sunny sprint time of youth and the meridian noon-day of life , was now cold and motionless , and knew not the depth of her sorrow . And who is there that has loved in the true spirit of the soul ' s affection , who does not feel that the final separation of united hearts must be like unto the cleaving asunder the marrow and the bone?—for ,
" When fond hearts lie withered ami loved ones are gone , O ! who would inhabit this bleak world alone !" Andrew Johnston was the only son and true representative of a staunch old covenanter , and inherited from his father all the stern rigidity of the martyred sectarian , yet was he neither sullen nor morose his heart being keenly alive 10 the softer feelings of human nature in all its fondest ancl purest propensities . Scarcely had the morning of manhood dawned upon his frame when he took unto himself to wife the blooming daughter of a neighbouring farmer , of far greater worth of heart than means m the world ¦ whose morals and education were like unto his own mind ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Extraordinary Death Of The American Sea-Serpent.
ton days ; and when he reached the shore where his friend lived , the monster prayed hard for its life ; but Pat put an end to Ins frolics by cutting off his head , which as he says is presarved for the curious in the Museum of Phil-delphi . " -., !_ ,. . . By this time , Barney and his rib had finished the skillet of potatoes , so he returned to weeding his potatoe bed , while Judy went to invite the pigs and the poultry to dine upon the jackets of those they had consumed .
The Mort-Cloth*.
THE MORT-CLOTH * .
DY BROTHER G . TA 1 T , OP THE LODGE , HADDINGTON , ST . JOHN ' S KILWINNING . I REMEMBER—for it is deeply engraven on the tablets of my memory —being , several years ago , present at the funeral of a poor but honest man , in the remote parish of , ly ing at the foot of the Lammermuir hills , towards the eastern termination of their blue declivity , on which melancholy occasion I was an eye-witness to the last sad obsequies of the dead being performed under peculiarly distressing and
heartrending circumstances . . The funeral of a Scottish peasant is , on almost every occasion , attended with a degree of unavailing extravagance which , however , is quite foreign to the ostentatious parade and solemn pomp too frequently displayed when any of the great ones of the land are consigned to their last narrow mansion in the cold , dark bosom of the earth . There is a vain , but honest , pride peculiar to the poor of Scotland , which induces them to of the mortal remains of friends and kindredwith what may
dispose , justly be termed an overflow of dull and melancholy ceremony , which is not only profligate ancl unnecessary at the time , but too often the source of poverty , with all its bitter accompaniments , through along series ot succeeding years ; and yet , in the very face of those gloomy likelihoods , the poor , forlorn , half-broken widowed heart , yearns at the thought ot having the deceased ( to use a common phrase amongst the class of people here alluded to decentllaid below the ground" Such were the
) " y . conflicting feelings of Martha Johnston at the time of which we write ; for the heart that had fondly beat in unison with her own through the sunny sprint time of youth and the meridian noon-day of life , was now cold and motionless , and knew not the depth of her sorrow . And who is there that has loved in the true spirit of the soul ' s affection , who does not feel that the final separation of united hearts must be like unto the cleaving asunder the marrow and the bone?—for ,
" When fond hearts lie withered ami loved ones are gone , O ! who would inhabit this bleak world alone !" Andrew Johnston was the only son and true representative of a staunch old covenanter , and inherited from his father all the stern rigidity of the martyred sectarian , yet was he neither sullen nor morose his heart being keenly alive 10 the softer feelings of human nature in all its fondest ancl purest propensities . Scarcely had the morning of manhood dawned upon his frame when he took unto himself to wife the blooming daughter of a neighbouring farmer , of far greater worth of heart than means m the world ¦ whose morals and education were like unto his own mind ,