Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1850-05-30
The Last Days Of Mrs. OsgoOd.

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The Mirror, in an elaborate notice OF
the life and poems OF Mrs. Osgood. whose
death recently occurred, furnishes the
following particulars of her last mo
ments:
"She was always Of fragile consti.
tuition, easily acted upon by whatever af-
tects health, and in her later years, en-
cept in the more GENIAL seasons of the
spring and autumn, was frequently an
invalid. In the winter Of Of 1878, she
suffered more than ever previously, but
the axt winter she was better, and her
husband, who Was advised by his ply,
sicians to discontinue for a while the
practice Of his profession, availed himself
OF the opportunity to go in pursuit of
health and riches to the mines of the Pa
clhc. He left New York on the 5th Of
February. $40, and was absent year.
Mrs. O$good's health was variable
during the summer, which she passed
chiefly at Saratoga Springs, in the com
pany of family Of intimate friends; and
as the colder months came on, her
strength decayed, so that before the close
of November she was confined to he,
apartments. She bore her suffering:
with resignation, and her natural hope
fulness cheered her all the while, will
remembrances that she had before com,
out with the flowers and the embracing
airs and dreams that she would again b,
in the world with nature. Two or thre,
weeks ago, her husband carried her il
his arms, Ike child, to a new home
and she was happier than she had beer
.or months, in the excitement of selecting
its furniture, brought in specimens or If
patterns to her bedside. I'VE shall b
so happy p was her salutation to the
few friends who were admitted to see
her; but they saw, and her physicians
saw, that her life was ebbing fast. and
that she would neveragain see the brooks
and green fields for which che pinned, nor
even any of the apartments but the one
she occupied Of her own house.
A friend communicated the terrible
truth to her, in studiously gentle words,
reminding her that in heaven there is a
richer and more delicious beauty, that
there is no discord in the sweet sounds
there, no poison in the perfume of the
flowers. there, and that they know not
any sorrow who are with Our Father
She read the brief note almost to the end
silently, and then turned upon her pillow
! Ike child, and wept the last tears that
were in fountain which had flowed for
every grief but her own she ever knew.
Il cannot leave my beautiful home,' she
said, looking about upon the souvenirs of
many an affectionate recollection; and
my noble husband and Lily and Mary T
These last are her children. The sen.
tencc of her friend was confirmed BY
other friends, and she resigned herself to
the will Of God. The next evening but
one, young girl went to amuse her, by
making paper flowers for her, and teach
ing Ter to make them; and she wrote to
her these verses-her dying song:
You've woven roses round my way
| And gladdencd all my being
| How much lhaak You none can say
Save only the hll-seeing.
May lie who gave this lovely gift,
| This love Of lovely doings,
81 with you wheresne'er you 60,
In ey'ry hope pursuings!
I'm going through the Eternal gates
! Ere June's sweet roses blow
Deaths lovely angels leads me there
| And il is sweet TO go.
May 7ih. 1850. aa
"At the end of five days--at fifteen
minutes before four o'clock, on Sunday
tba I0fL IF Ma, 80 A.....l.. II. q .