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long enable you to exert your energies and talents to promote the best interests and achnnce the prosperity of the latter. Luxuries we have but few to offer:- we tender ) 'OU a heartfelt wel- <:ome and a soldier's fare Your early response, specifying time, etc., is respectfully requestetl, by, Dear Sir, Your friends ancl fellow-citizens, GEORGE K. TEULON, ) J. W. ROBERTSON ) JOSEPH LEE ) Lours P. CooKE ) J. H. HARRELL ) To Gen. M. B. Lamar, Independence. Committee of Invitation.
No. 2159. EDWARD FONTAINE TO LAMAR
Pontotoc [Mississippi,] Novr 16th 1843.
Gen) l\hn.ADEA u B. LAMAR. My DEAR FRIEND.
It was not until a few days ago that I heard of your overwhelming affliction. Kl10wing the deep anguish you must have suffered and are still suffering and being well acquainted with your capacity for mental agony, I am filled with uneasiness on your account. Do let me beg my dear General, to pray fervently that you may be enabled to bear your irreparable loss with the firmness of an Aemilius, ancl the resignation of a Christian. I read to day in my wife's Album those touching lines addressed to your daughter commencing with "O do not ask me now for rl1yme, For I am lonely-hearted," and catching something of the inspiration of your own sorrow, I pen'ecl the enclosed lines which you will please accept as an effort to clo what none but Omnipotence can perform. "It is vain to forbid the 'reft bosom to grieve." Yet it is an abortive attempt which sympathizing friendship ever makes. Your own opinion of rhyming being "the labour steals the heart from woe" this must be my excuse for this inno- cent endeavour to soothe the bitterness of my own feelings. "She is gone from our path like a Heavenly strain Of music that floats o'er the Moonlit plain;
\Vhich tho' the lulled ear would court it's stay, Soon passes and dies to deep stillness away." 0 that the power to soothe thy pain \-Vere given to a friend, )Iy plaintive lyre would breathe a strain Thv sorrows all to end: It's notes should lift thine aching eyes Abo,·e the sacred shrine, Where broken now that Casket lies So late a form divine.
'Twould show thy fond parental gaze The Gem it once confin'd Now bright amid the brightest blaze Of Seraph'i; c·harms combin'd.
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