A LITTLE PREMATURE.

Auckland Star, Volume XX, Issue 147, 22 June 1889, Page 3 (Supplement)

A LITTLE PREMATURE.

' 0_„ heart is heavy to-day,' wrobe the edibor of the 'Purple Springs Enunciator.' ' George J. Seba3bopol, whom we have long known and admired, is dead. In the flush and glory of his manhood, when bhe fubure seemed as resplendent as an angel's dream, the rain of death came sobbing to the doorway of his brilliant career, and bhe phanbom boatman ferried him across the black river. Poor George ! This day there will be weeping in a little home on the hill, where a grey-haired mother kisses the cold brow of her lost one; where a weeping wife bends over the still form and fondles the hands that were wont to caress her ; whose pretty children try in vain to coax from the dumb lipsaloving word—from wbencelovingwords were as a river. It is hard thab bhe misty twilight of death should so soon blot oub the golden glow of the morning ; it is hard that the anchem should be broken by a sob, that the dirge may be commenced; it is hard that the dead blades of the grave grass should quiver over feet that should for years press the green verdure of summer. Poor George ! Generous, noble and honest; charitable, affectionate and true; a sunbeam in the gloom of humanity ; a beacon gleaming in the blackness of this world. • Not alone will your wife and mother weep over your grave ; scores who have loved and known you will kneel by your resting place in the solemn twilight, and their tears will tell heaven how they miss you. ' Later—Our information concerning the death of Mr Sebastopol was wrong. He was alive and enjoying excellent health. We hope that George will at once call at this office and pay the 3dols. due us on subscription. His account has been running for tivo years, and as we are greatly in need of money, he will oblige us by making a prompt remittance.'