Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-03-29
DEATH OF Miss CYNTHIA TAooARr.-

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suffering under the sevelcst dspcnsation Of an
all-wisc Providence, and ior twenty-six years,
she has been almost entirely he p!ess, being
confined TO her bed the whole time. Her
disease was Of chronic nature, for which
there was no remedy, and hardly a temporary
alienation. Even in sleep she never lost her
consciousness of pain, and the periods were
but seldom when she could even partially cun-
sole her mind from the writhing effects ofago'
ny, to dictate some thought in song TO an a
manuensis. Deprived, in earliest years. of
the benefit of education, it is remarkable that
she should have accomplished what she has
! so well but not so strange is it, as that she
should have done this under the other and
more depressing calamity. AS achid Of God
she lived IN the world, but she was not Of the
world she could not drink from the fountain
of knowledge, yet she meditat0d in her own
of nature, and admire the Providence above,
yet she felt the Divinity in her own soul, and
meekly bowed to its Christening wisdom. She
feh the power of God, yet she could not be-
hold His works. In her writings, the man
who rcpines at lighter Affections, can learn a
beautiful lesson of christian resignation there
he may see soul struggling heroically with
the gradual and fearful dissolution ofthe body;
-contcnding against the doom Of its decay.
ing tenement She murmured not at her ter
rible trials i; she raised onlya prayer for sub
mission, supplication for christian strength
to endure her tortures, until her Father in
Heaven should can her home.
Amid the cares and labors of this working
world and the anSietes that perplex US, it is
refreshing to turn TO such an oasis in the des-
ert of infdelity around US. No storm could
swerve her faith, no afllicton could shake
her fortiude, and no pain could disturb her
christian resignation.
Her poems give evidence of genius, and
had she enjoyed the benefit Of an early educa-
ton, as we'll as the inestimabe blessing of
health, the productions which we now have
are but the earnest of moro brilliant efforts,
which, under those circumstances, the world
would have received.
Through the instrumentality Of several be-
nevolent gentlemen, small collSction Of lcr
poems was published in 1884 ; we are unable
to say whether she has written much since
that time. They contained errors, of course,
but the circumstances under which they were
written totally disarmed criticism, and only ex-
cited sympathy.
The following lines, entitled Hope Of
Happiness after DEATH" show how she wa.
enabled to endure so m,sch and that her trust
was for perennial JOY beyond the tomb -
In spite of this dcspairing gloom,
1 Some brighter pleasures yet may bloom
| And last without alloy
| After this life has pass d away,
After this wasted frames decay,
Il The soul may live in JOY,
II Religion can the heart divest
l OF its repinng, murmuring guest,
\ And cheer with love divine
Can fill the soul with transport pure,
That everlasting shall endure,
Il In ecstacIes sublime.
II And when this world shall be disolv d
II When times last circles have revolv'd,
\ And .quenchd their earthly ray
/ Then shall the immortal soul resume
\ Its waken'd body from the tomb,
Il 70 live an endless, blssful day.
/ Her d" Hearts Desire" written in 1923, il
touchingly beautiful.
Il The following lines, written in one Of he
fercest paroxysms of pain, would seem TO in
dicate that despair had almost taken poses
sion of her soul but directly after, in anoth
er poem, she breathes a calmer spirit th
poem is entitled
/ DESPAIR.
e Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, o
! [my friends !
| ssorey my wounded spirit strives,
i And struggles hard to gain
II A moments calmness 10 endure
Il Unutterablc pain.
Il In vain court long absent sleep,
II For one short hour to spread
II The balm of sweet forgctfuncss
II Around my aching head.
When faintng half, in fancicd ease,
My heavy eyes close,
\ And think the soft restorer near,
\ Breathing benign repose.-
Then quick returning watchiulness
Destroys the transient rest,
And misery lays her cruel hand
Once more upon my breast.
Now frantic thoughts fly thro my bra'
Il BY fiercer anguish driven,
The strife it cannot long sustain.
t 1t sues to Hope-to Peace in vain -
, No consolations given!
No succoring hand supports me now,
My soul to wretchedness must bow,
1 And feel Distraction force
For pangs, still fcrccr, and unknown,
Rcnd Reason from her ruined throne,
While all the struggling fbres groan,
And in frenzy toss;-