The New York herald., 1850-05-14
Mrs. Frances Sargent osxood.

Ihis dstpg guished poetess died in this city, Sun
day afternoon May II, at the age Of thrty-seven
She victim to that nattering and yet insidious
disease, consumption. Hopes were entertained as is
usual in many such that she would from
the attack that had protrated her strength though
not her spirits, for the last three months Within
few days, however, of her death Mrs Osgood was in
formed by Of her friends Of the fear that
tertaned that she could not live much longer; and
on being asked II she prepared to leave the world
she pleasantly replied that she perfectly resigned
to the alternative and could enter upon her eternal
existence with composure. Thus, ii seems that the
happy disposition that had carried her through life,
did not desert her in view of the portal to another
tstence. To those who were acquainted with Mrs.
osgood and the peculiar characterstcs Of her mind
II will not appear singular that she turned from the
fading and dim earth with bright faith in a happy
future Resignation was part Of her character and in
all the scenes of her life, she the
Of life, as she did its reward, with smile and hope
Mrs Osgood was the daughter of a Mr. Locke of
Boston. extensively known as a merchant She was
educated as young lady of prosperous family, and
at an early age wrote metrcal compositions with fa-
cility She contributed many pieces of verse to the
newspapers and periodicals at the commencement Of
her career and among the first who illustrated the
pictures OF the Athen@um Gallery business in which
many Of the veriGers of Boston engaged in 1882 and
subsequent years, including such names rs Holmes
the Sargents Willis, HILL and others Two or three
years later-our memory does not give us the precise
date-Mr. s. Osgood was candidate for honors as
portrait painter, and his first meeting with the young
lady Miss Frances Locke at the gallery in Pearl
street They were introduced to each other; and the
poeess like another Beatrice remarked to the painter
that she not fond Of pantngs-one In nature
worth all of them. This was a coquettish piece
Of badnage, upon which the enthusiastic young artist
like Benedick retorted that he deeed poetry for the
sef-same reason. Thus commenced an acquaintance,
which eventually resulted in marriage, the artist hav
ing invited the poetess to sit to him for her portrait
by which means he became successful Soon after,
Mrs. Osgood and her husband about 1885, visited Eu-
rope, and il while the voyage that she penned
this little sprghtly verse, which has made its way
over the world -
1.-Two things break the monotOny
or an Atlantic trip;
Sometimes alack we ship sea
Sometimes q chip"
This careless specimen OF her merry style Is key to
the more polished efforts Of her She has
Of that martial ardor which breaks In the verse of
Mrs Hemans, in which every sound in nature Is
pared to the music Of to the clarion. the trum
pet. She has none of that genius which delights in
the psgesptry Of artificial life Neither IL she like
Thoughts and illustrations like Maria del Occdente
limner of internal mystic passions Her genius
sembes more that of Miss Landon, with of that
morbid feeling which the bitterness Of life had engen-
dered in that unfortunate poetess With nature
than Miss Hannah Y. Gould, she is like her In
spects Her style is playful spontaneous and proceeds
usually from the Imagination than the heart Still
there pieces In which pathos sentiment rule
in which beautiful thoughts struck out with great
beauty and originality. We have scores of versfers
very passable patchwork, which passes for the true
poetical fabric; but Mrs 0sgood does not belong to
these. She gives you her mind freely without
restraint and capvates with the gaiety Of her mood
and the easy and mclodous flow of her language. Ne
very elaborate poem has proceeded from her pen. but
which cannot will not grasp thing cannot
II Her whole talent Is displayed in tribes as
with nearly all our modern American poets but what
she hfs done is highly credtsble to her genius.