Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-08-19

| when twenty-one years had JuSe closed
over his head. Miss l.andon, the men,
ton of whose name sends a thr,A to eve
ry heart, so universally was she beloved
died while yet the roses bloomed. And
uuthfnlly might it be said of her, as Mrs.
Welby has exclaimed Of flowers,
4" No guilty tears had they to weep,
II No sins To be forgiven;
They closed their leaves and went TO sleep
Il Meath the blue eye Of heaven"
But we may come nearer home, and
find the cypress wreath entwined around
full many a youthful poets tomb. Brain
ard, Lucretia and Margaret Davidson,
Willis Gaylord Clark, Lucy Hooper,
and many others whom | might name,
have all gone home in lfe's young morn,
but the sensitive heart sickens at the
reflection that youth and poetic genius,
by some inscrutablc decree of heaven,
seem doomed to be prcmaturely trans
planted. Our cemeteries already contain
more than are lett upon earth to strike
the Tyre, and tune the harp to sound the
requiem of the dead and now another
has joined the long array, while
Earth owns one angel less than e'er before,
And Heaven has gained one spollesS seraph
II moIe.
But yet, why should we so bitterly
mourn when the young and gifted die
They are only removed from earth before
the heart becomes contaminated by its
intercourse with the unfeeling pilgrims of
earth, and waii their flight to those bright
and ever sunny realms where the spirit of
love rcigns in its purified perfection. 1t
is the irailty Of human nature thus to la
ment their demise, when we have every
reason to believe that they are infinitely
more blest in heaven.
I ave know that they are happy,
With their angel plumage on;
| But our hearts are very desolaie,
1 TO think that they are gone :"
My departed friend once said to me,
there have, in truth, been mournful
changes in the gay circle of our old COM
panions but, perhaps, the most blest
were those to whom death came earliest,
stilling the heart, before the world had
made it weary. That lot seems an envi-
able one to me, on whose youth the shad-
ows have now fallen SO darkly." Beau
tfu thought the offspring of a pure
mind that has but too soon realized the
force of its early imaginings.
1t is a rare thing, in this age of the
world, to find such brilliant talent, such
extraordinary accomplishments, such de-
voted affection, so much domestic worth,
and such beautiful simplicity of charac-
ter, all embodied in one so young l
hazard nothing in saying that she was
one of the most remarkable ladies' Of the
present age she never wrote a line
which, dying, she could wish to efface,
and every sentence that ever emanated
from her pen, whether prepared for the
press, or in friendly letter to valued
correspondent, was glowing with dia-
mond thoughts wrought in golden Ian
guage. And all this was no effort of the
mind it was the natural easy flow of
her genius, as perceptihle in conversa-
ton as in her most labored articles. Her
" Fall Of Palmyra" "The Widower's
Bride" "The Cousins, or Glimpses of
WOman's Life" and many other articles
which | might name, give the most am
pie confirmation of what l have sad.-
She never entered the arena as a COM
petitor for prizes offered by publishers,
bnt that she invariably bore off the palm
of victory, as was the case on several oc-
casions; and her articles have always
been copied, far and wide, by the press of
the country, accompanied by the most
complimentary remarks. She was an ex-
celent French and German scholar, and
much Of her leisure time was passed in
reading favorlte authors Of France and
Germany. During the last two or three
years Of her life, she was engaged upon a
Novel, which, from my knowledge of it,
had it ever been completed, would have
created powerful sensation in the litera-
ry world. But alas, that, like very ma
ny other productions, were in an unfn-
ished state, when her summons CAME
Day by day she gradually faded away,
and with each setting sun. she felt the
pulse Of lite growing more feeble, and
consequently prepared everything for the
change; she destroyed all her unfinished
productions, and made every arrange
nent for death, with a calm and delibe-
rate composure. For one so lovely and
so good, death could have no terrors and
she gradually declined into her last sleep,
with all the genteness and case of an in
lanrs repose.
go, not in crnel;y, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And look the flower away"
! have already extended these remarks
much beyond what ] anticipated at the
and will now close, as it
is my intention to prepare more lengthy
and elaborate sketch Of the life and char
lcter Of the deceased, at future time,
which will be given TO the public when
Yours very truly,
w. Ii. G. Il
III
VESSEL SUNK-The steamer Bay State.
m her trip from Fall River, came in collision
With q vessel Thursday morning, about six
,'clock when off Watch Hill lIpht. or be. II