Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1845-06-14
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THOMAS ROOD. The di,tngui ,hed
writer, o,ys the Lpuion Examiner of MAY
10. died last saturday evening. lie has l,ng
ANT candy expected this clu,r to his painful
Illness, aud hts death was quiet and serene.
Adpih'ranj better opportunity will present
itself. for discrimination at the character ot his
g'uiGa. This " will say nov; h. was "a great
writer, genuine humofist, a Wit. a fine srri-
Gus poet; AMI literature In, an immediate loss
IN ms death Tor his genius never burnt 80
brightly aa within tn last three years II,
took a warm interest in public questions; hated
every form Oi opprr,- ion aul injustice with a
IN ~ hearty hitrej; had sound and right views
anl always active and humane sympathics.
lie was buried this day Saturday. in the Ken
salgrcen cemetery, and many literary men,
ami personal friends anl admirers had assem-
blel IN respect TO his IN 'mory.'
The last Brodd,oIy Jour,idl contained the
following. written previously to the arrival of
the steamer, AMI the news Of the great hunor-
lists death. Poor llooU In allusion To the
lodS hours OF pain aud suffering preceding his
departure, hc said Time seem ii growing more
and more like Eternity.
cit Is the heaviest stone that melancholy
can throw at a mau, saws old Fuller. ..to tell
him that he is at the end of his being: a truth,
which excellent, witty, stout-hcartcd Thomas
Hood has been rather playing with as football
or sh1ttlccock any time thos, ten years than
recclving as 50 gloomy mjs,ivc. But alas.
tue tim, Tor SkirmiShing with so severe am am
tdyonlst. seems well nigh over, and Hood with
the certainty of INN 'diatc death before him. is
receiving from friends and the press. those
houors which arr too often withheld for pos
terity and the dull cold ears. A late mum
b,r OF the magazine which h, has Just establish
Ell, announces his approaching dissolution and
comm ,nis HIM as very great author. His
merits VIII appear TO Us thh greater when the
light Is wIthlrdwn, AMI we sit in darkness A
writer starts up TO amusa and cnlighten us
through the press-day after day, month after
month, he pours out AN unc casing flow of tests
and sentiment, and wisdom; we take the gift.
and never look for the giver; itsocms matt
OF course that the morning paper should be wise
ani witty, Just as the morning sun is expected
TO shin,. Bat little reputation is formed i'm
this beneyolcntand beneficial way. But let a
pompous author time his appearance with
due attention To self am his own want of
power, and come forward in AN octave, we bail
tha man. We ar, willing to praise the one,
but we cannot live without the other. This
Is the difference, but tht honor should b, more
wisely distributed
How Hood has borne up against the inroads
OF long disease, the consumption, let him
tell us himself in passage ofhis mir,hful phi
lOsophy vIi,,v,i AZ lSSS-''the very fingers 50
aristocratically slender, tina, now hold the pan
hint plainly OF the ellis that flesh is heir to-"
my coats have becoIn' grcat-coats, my panta-
loOas have bssH turned into trowSers, and, bv
a worsi bargain than Peter Schlcmihls seem
to ilavcT9tained my shadow and sold my sub
stance. IN Short happens to prematurely
otd port WINE, am of IA bad color with very
little bltly1 But what then? That emaciatcd
hand stlH lends hand to cmbody words and
sketches the creations and rccreations of
Merry ilaiN!ys those gaunt sides vet shake
hearty es.opersa at the Grotes1ucs and Arabes-
ques, Gut duh Picturesqucs that my Good
Genius Ia Pantegruelian famliar) chartably
co9llures up o-dttert me from more sombre
rcallrns.- - The
raven cfat'sedsbW | persuaded myself that it
was the qlghtlngale:Nhere was the smell of the
mould, hid Aforementioned that itnourizhed the
violets." There was faith and sound heart
there. IL WAS for nothing. Since that dav
ltoel Loo ~Snuen some. oil his hest verses ms
qnaini"s, stories are his most philanthropic
appeals. English readers and English hearts
will not soon forget them. If Hood revives once
more he will be a sacred man while he lives.
The sympathy of the good is with him. We
trust we are violating no courtesy of private
lille while we quote from a letter received by
the last steamer, from source which adds
pathos to every line, if that were necessary.
Poor Hood is dying-in state of perfect
preparation and composure. among the tears
OF his friends His disease has been consump-
uon-is, i'll iact--but the crisis is combined
with water on the chest, which is expected TO
bring death. To friend who asked him the
other morning how il was with him. he am
severed with Characteristic playful pathos,
'The tide is rising-and shall soon be in
port IL is said oi him that Ia has no regrets
Tor LIE, except for the unborn works which he
feels striving impotently in his dying brain
aspecies OF regret which is peculiarly affecting
To me, as it must he to all who understand it:
also it is plain to me that he has genius greater
than anything h. has produce land if this is
plain and sad TO us, how profoundly melan-
choly it must b. to him. Tn, only comfort is
that the end OF development is not here. Sir
Robert Peel wrote long letter to him lately
III tone OF respect and consideration, which
was honorable to the minister, and relieved
him from becoming anxiety by attaching his
pension TO the life of his wife rather than To
his own. Poor Hood and Poor sydney Smith
How are we losing our Yoricks! all dumb
/ all goney