Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1854-01-12

TRIBUTE TO 4 FRESD.-Amid the wall of the
diving year, which told us Of departing and depat-
ted friends, of vanished hopes and persisted Joys
passing along in phantom arr ay in the sad light OF
other DAYS 10 the dim and shadowy past, re-
ceived intelligence of the death of HIRAM KANE,
one OF our eorliest and T. ost esteemed friends
Knowing from intimate acquain lance his many ex-
cellent qualities of head and heart, we cannot
withhold our feeble tribute 10 his memory, though
now, albeit, it falls unheeded on the cold tnrl
that wraps his manly bosom. He was indeed
man of noble impulses, of brave and generous
heart, of fine genius and exquisite feelingS-"A
fellow of infinite jest, and most excellent fancy;"
n spiu,ed, fearless, often beautiful, and at al
times one Of the most ready VT tiers we have ever
known. By nature poet, the labouous and UNI
poeiicuI character of his avocltiOn-that oil daily
editor. never permitted the full development Of
his pceiical mind. Yet in his heart giow,d the
fire of the true poet, immortal flame which-no
adverse influences OF earth can quench-no bon-
dage of the vile little prison house in which we
dwell can subdue, for it warns and lives cen
"when coldness wraps this suffering clay. MS
imnassionetl nature thrilled responsive tu every
touch Of harmony and every shape OF the oeautilu'
and glorious. As the Summer breeze torSa mo-
ment agitates the rose tree OverbuTdened WIN US
wealth of bloom aud scatteTs its leaves recEleessy
OIL the air so when the voice OF the beautiful ana
impassoned vibrnIed through his sensitive nature
he sent forth the rich creations OF his SOUL heedleSs
where they should fall, or who would praise or
blame. He was bold and maguanimous, ever tile
advocate of the oppressed and down trodden, and
reckless of bis own interests when his generous
impulses prompted him TO action.
"a kind true heart, spirit high,
Were written in his manly eye
And his manly brow"
Mr.. KANE was, we believe, native of wash
ingtou county, Pa. He was but short time
resident of this city, subsequently one oil The
editors Of thePitlsLurgh Commercial Journal and
ot the time of his death one Of the editors OF the
express at Memphis, Tennessee. We knew
him in the haIcyon days of our boyhood' and now
number him among many, many who lived IN those
Jays, but have gone before US TO that voIcelesS
realm, whence they shall come 10 us no more!-
Right be tI- place of their souls, as their memory
is green in our heart
We canuot refrain from inserting, as fit sequel
to this small tribute, production OF Mr.. ha'ne
ro in our possession We do not recollect to no We
seen it published before.
as n mild star that beams in the tempest
To shed its sweet light on tie sea
When daTkly are heaVins It's AuTscSI ~
Zen so hast thou been uric me- .r.
When anguish this worn frame was WIihslhh'
THY sweet voice has lul'd 1t TO rest
And thy welcome ne'er failed TO enIlven.
The sadness that Swallowed my oieSSI' ILL
A moments lorgetfuIness bound me, 200
l dreamed a sweet day dream OF JOY. H.. .....
hut reality caHIe TO awaken tlH .'- H ti.' ..
And all $ enchaWtIDent destroy
turned away. but Ihe vision
OF happiness still win Trmain, .-fla. .-
Thougha SPell OF such ecstacy never
Will brighten my sI'irit again To- .f.r-
The Winter winds whistle around met
Cold, cold is their whitening hl1StI ..'.-
As they sing their low dirse for the Autumn
And sigh for the beauty that's past
Yet tile SpiiTe-time will come witlttS blossoms
To clOthe in its yestuIe the plain, --f4 -
And the birds will return with the summer
To make the woods vocal again. .sI.s
But oh! the revolving or seasons .... W. .. .-.sF
Can never restore thee TO me,
For the cold sOds thnS 've laid on Thy bosom'
s Have lid thee forever from ne .-s W
Oh calm be thy sleep meath The Wild rose
IN plant wheHtie Summer flowers boonI'
And sweet be the dreams of thy sumbeTs
II visions e'eT visit the tomb"
In his own beautiful language, sweet be the
dreams 81 his slumbeTS!