Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1845-1851, 1848-12-19

W we take pleasure IN transferring the following
beautiful lines to our columns with few verbal
rections from the pen of the lady author who resides
IN this city. We have Observed with some surprise,
that the lines hlve been copied by other papers in
this State, and accredited as having been written "by
Lady" merely. So it seems IL be cheated out
OF the little literary fame which the State can lay
just claim to, well that attaching to military
proves The person who first suppressed the u
thors name (Which was given in the Mirror we
copy it, must be wretchedly mean, to say the least.
Eds. Slate Sentinel
From the Home Journal
Lines Suggested by an AuccdOtc Of
Prof Morse
MRS. SARAH T.. BOLTON.
Didst thou desire 10 die and be AT rest,
Thou of the noble soul aud giant mind
Hadst thou grown weary IN The hopeless quest
VI blessedness that moials seldom find
Had care and toll and SORROW all combined
TO bring that sickness of the soul that mars
The happiness that God for men designed,
I'LL thy sad spirit spurned its prison bars
And pned TO soar away amidst the burning stars
Perchance angel sought thee, in that hour,
A blessed Angel from the World of Light,
Teaching submission TO Almighty power,
Whose dealings all are Equal Just and Right.
Perchance Hope whispered of future; bright
And glorious in its triumph Soon II came;
world admiring hailed thee with delight,
And learning loved to trace thy deathess name
Upon her poDderous tones in characters OF hame
Thou brightest meteor of a starry nge.
What does the world thee Thou hast wrought
For scientific lore glowing page
Thy mighty energy of mind has brought
To man wonderous agent; It has taught
The viewless lightning IN It's flight sublime,
To bear upon its wing embodied Thought,
Warm from its birth place to the farthest cline,
Annlhllating Space, and vanquishIng cen Time.
Didsi thou look down into the shadowy tomb
And crave the privilege to slumber there,
Unhonored and forgotien' Thou, whom
Kind heaven bestowed endowments rich and rare ,
Was life a burden that thou ccud'st not bear
A lesson this, those whose souls have striven
With disappointment, sorrow and despair,
UntIl they feed poison and driven
To quench the vital spark that Deity hath given
And II should teach restless hearts how dim
And erring : finite vision here
Should make us trust through humble faith in Him
Who sees alike the distant and the near.
When storm-cOuds gather Ger us, dark and drear;
When ighinngs flash and winds are wild and high,
No radiant beam OF sunshine cheer
But when the wrecklng tempest has gone by,
God sets the blessed Bow of promise in the sky.
'WEARY OF LIFE-Valuable LsssOn.-In a letter to
Gen Norris dated Trenton Falls, August 49, Mr.. N. p
Willis relates the following curious anecdoe
"Among fellow passengers up the Mohawk we
had, adjoining seats, very impressive contrast
insane youth, on his way 10 asyum, and The mind
that has achieved the greatest triumph of intellect
time, Morse of the Electric Telegraph, errand
Deced with the conveyance OF thought by lightning.
In the of n brief argument on
the expediency of provision for putting an end to
defeated and hopeless existence, Mr.. Morse said, that
ago. under i'll health and encouragement, he
would gladly have avaed himself of any Divine author
lZaton for terminating lie OF which the possessor was
weary The that lay in this chance remark-the
loss of priceless discovery the world and the loss OF
fame and fortune to himself, which would have followed
dat thus prematurely se-chosen-is vau ble enough
think justify the invasion of the sacedness ct prl-
vatc conversation which commit by thus giving IT 10
print May one weary of the world read 1t to his
profit