Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September 1999 Page: 148
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Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal
that was allotted to the mortal remains of those
who had once been the talented, brave, gay and
lovely of earth, my heart echoed the words of
Mrs. Hemans:
"Alas! for love, if this be all,
And nought beyond, oh, earth!"
Many of the marbles are handsome, and
some of them imposing. One at the grave of the
late Mrs. J. W. Johnson, daughter of the distin-
guished Texian, Gail Borden, is highly artistic in
design and execution. This piece of work was
executed in Italy, and afterwards exhibited at our
Centennial. Under an elegantly wrought marble
canopy stands the Angel of the Resurrection. In
her right hand, she holds the dread trumpet, in-
verted and silent, while in her left are the immor-
tal flowers of asphodel and amaranth. The fig-
ure is beautifully poised, and its attitude graceful
and expectant.
What adds much to the attractions of
Glenwood is the custom of decorating the graves
on Saturday, that they may be fresh and bright
on the ensuing Sunday, at which time it is visited
by numbers of persons from the city. It is hard to
leave this lovely place where a person can
scarcely realize that they are in Texas, so com-
pletely have its artistic plans been carried out.
But my article has already grown too long. One
other tomb I hope I will be forgiven for mention-
ing. It is that of my parents. Not in Glenwood;
but in the secluded and shaded Episcopal cem-
etery, where, with filial hands, I placed my of-
fering of flowers. Under the silent cedars may
be read, engraved on the marble slab, this in-
scription:
In memory of
Our Father and Our Mother,
Mosely Baker and Eliza W. Baker,
Who rest here.
I started on my return trip on San Jacinto
day. The morning was just what an April morn
should have been-at one moment bright with
sunshine, and the next dimmed with the misty
tears of a passing shower. As our train enteredthe long stretch of prairie, which led towards the
battle ground, I looked to see if I could discern
the line of timber which marked the locality, but
a misty veil shut it from sight. No sound of strife
awoke the still calmness of morn, but far away
the veterans were holding their glad reunion; and
now where the setting sun gilds the swift waters
of the Rio Grande, Texas stretches her right hand
to clasp with fraternal greeting that of her former
foe, Mexico.
5. Over the Sunset Route (published in Texas
Siftings, October 20, 1883; reprinted in Colo-
rado Citizen, December 13, 1883)
The cars are speeding through an undu-
lating country devoid of trees. My first impres-
sion was that I was at sea, the dim light reveal-
ing billowy-looking hills which rose far back into
the horizon. We are beginning to pass through
deep cuts among the hills, and now a scene of
surpassing beauty opens upon us. We are on the
bank of the Rio Grande, a mountain of rock above
us, a bluff of from two to three hundred feet
below. Our car is traversing a narrow ledge
barely wide enough for the railroad-not wide
enough for the telegraph poles to be placed along-
side of it-and we look down on them many feet
below, where they are planted on the rocky bluff.
This ledge is equidistant from base to summit, of
a perpendicular wall of rock. Looking upward,
we see only rock towering two or three hundred
feet, and interspersed with numerous caves and
great boulders, which seem, in some places, sus-
pended above us. Looking down, we behold the
Rio Grande, swift and strong, making its way
through the deep canyon, while on its opposite
bank a wall of pictured rock rises grandly to a
height of from five to six hundred feet. Words
can not express the wonderful beauty of this mag-
nificent scene. For fifteen miles the cars rapidly
traverse the seemingly perilous pathway over-
looking an awful precipice; but to the traveler all
thoughts of fear are lost in the overwhelming148
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