The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1850-07-06
Frances Sargent osgood.

Edgar A. Poe, in 40 address made Of her the
following COMPLIMENTARY remark Mrs O-good
las rich flncy--ever rich Imagination scru-
pulous taste iultles. style, and an car finely at
tuned to the ieiicacies Of melody. In that vague
and anomalous something which we call grace,
for want of q more definite term, aud which, per
haps, in its supreme Developments NAV he found
to comprehend nearly all that i. genuine poetry
jim this magical quality--m ,gical because. at
once so shadowv and irresistible Mrs 0sgood
has assuredly uo superior in America III, indeed,
thc has any equal under the sun
The verses Your heart is a music box are 80
very pretty, that We subion them below:
Your heart ian music box dearest.
With exquisite tunes at command,
CfnIelolv sweetest and ccnrcst,
Ii tried By delicate hand:
But its workmanship. love, is 30 fine
AT single rude touch II would break
Thea O. be the magic 'ev minc,
lie fairy like whispers 10 wake
And there's ono little tune it can play.
Tha; fancy oil others above
You learned it OF Cupid one day
Il begins with and ends with u love. love;
], begins with and ends with 81 love-
We are .1ry that want OF room will prohibi, US
from giving the whole Of the stai,zas on Labor"
The following is the second:
Labor il worship" the robin is singing;
Labor is worship" the wild bee s ringing;
Listen, that eloquent whisper unsprlngng,
S,,eaks to Thy soul from out Natures grcn, hear,
From the dark cloud flows the lie giving shower
From the rough sod blows the soft breathing flower
From the small insect. the rich, coral bower;
Only man, in the plan. shTinks from his part"
Mrs Osgool had a happy and lively magma
ton, and in her style had few superors- "Th,
Unexpected Declaration" brcsthes the true spiri
Of poetry.-We give It entire:
"Azure.eycd Eloise. beauty is thine,
Passion kneels TO thee and calls thee divine
Ministries awaken the lutte with thy name
Poets have gladdend the world with thy tame
Painters, hall holy thy loved image keep;
Beautiful Elosc. why doyou wecp"
Still bows the lady her light tresses low.
Fast the warm tears Of thy yelled eyes flow.
"Sunny-haircd Eloise. wealth is thine own;
Rich is thy silken robe. bright is thy zone;
Proudly thy Jewels lumine thy way,
Clear rubies rival thy rudy lips play;
Diamonds, like star drops thy sllken braids deck
Pearls waste their snow on thy lovlcr neck
Luxury soens thy pillow Tor sleep
Angela watch over il why do you weepl
Bows the fair lady her light tressrs low,
Faster the tears from her yelled eyes flow.
Gifted and worshipped one, genius ard grace
When from thy rosy lip rises the song.
Hearts that adore thee the echo prolong;
Nicer in the festival shone an eye brighter
Ne'er in the may dane tell foot lighter
One spirit only thou'st flil'd TO bring down.
Exquisite Eloise, why do you frown
Swift, DER her forehead dark shadow stole.
Sent from the tempest OF pride in her soul.
"Touchedby thy sweetness, in love with thy grace
Charmed with he magic NJ mind in thy tnce
Bewi,chd by thy beauty. cen his haugh',
strength
The strength Of the stole, is conquered at length
To- at thy feet see him kneeling the while
Eose, Eoise. why do you smile
The hand was Withdrawn from her happy blu
eyes,
She gazcd on her lover with laughing surprise
While the dimple and blush, stealing sol, to IN
check, speak.
Told the tale tina, her tongue was too :iinid |,
Two or three weeks ago, says the n. Y. Miro
Of Tuesday last nee husband carried her in hi
arms, like child, to a new home. and shc wa
happier than she had been for months. in the 81
element Of selecting its furniture brought in sp'
oiu.ens or in patterns To her bedside I'VE Ma
Be 80 Happy /" vas her salutation TO the few friend
who were admitted TO see her but they saw
aud her physicians saw that her life was ebbin
fast, and that she would never again see the brook
and green fields for vhich she pined, nor eve
any of the apartments but the one she occupied {
her own house A friend communicated the tel
riblc truth to her, in studously gentle words, n
minding her that in Heaven there is richer an
more deicioas beauty. that there is no discord
the sweet sounds there, mad that they know II,
any sorrow who are with uur Father She rea
the brief note almost to the end silently, and the
turned uponher pillow like child, and wcpt til
last tears that were in q fountain which had flow
edf every grief but hers she ever knew. II cal
not leave my beautiful home she said ookin
about npon the souvenirs Of many an aifectionat
recollection. 1and my noble husband-and 1.ill
and Mary These last are her children. Til
sentence of her friend was confirmed by othc
friends. aud shc resigned herself to the will Of Go,
The next evening young girl went to anus
her, by making flowers for her, and teaching he
10 u mako them; and she wrote t. her these vel
ses--her dying song:
You've woyen roses roundmy way,
And glsddensd all my being;
How much thank you, none can say,
Save only the All-Seeing.
May lie who gave hi, losing gift.
~ This love oflovey doings;
BE with you whercsoeryo 80,
In every hopes pursuings'
I'm going through tn Eternal gates
IRE Juuc's sweet roses blow;
Deaths lovely Angel leads me there
AndM Is sweet 10 20. MAY 2.
Al the cud II dnys--at ID minutes before
o'clock, On Sunday. tie I'm Of May-as gcntl
as ono goes 10 slsep he Withdrew into bstts
world. \
On Tuesday her remains were removed 70 Bc
tca, 70 b intssssd \ ~ Cemetery VI NJ Auhur,
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