The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-07-19

>sdGrs. Judsou-~4Fsnny Forester.
Amind more gifted, q temper atnent more
sensitive, and asheart more wondrously I
tried by allsthat could bind the crown Of
thpns which shines hrightest in heaven.
never PASSED from the earth, We may well
Eames (by which she was known to the |
world We have here written. or the two |
lives that she lived successfully, while a
tenant OF the fragile frame whose pulses
are now still--the first, q brilliant and brief
one OF literary success, and the last a slow
and painful mar,yrdom ofssacrifces and
sorrow-genius and an almost un parallel
ed sensiblhty deepened. thousand. told
the varied experiences. Few will have ever
gone % the rightshand Of God, we rever-
emily feel, with more around whicht the an.
gels will gather, to read the record in eyes
fearful oionger. She was fthat heaven
ly purity and self-sacrifcing and humble
goodness. which, il is the mystery Of an
nscrutable Providence should be elect.
ed for such trial on earth. To those who
knew her. she was, in every sense, sainted;
yet mons who knew her we'll, and what she
90 changefully suffered. would believe
there was ever another lot so apparently
deepened but to be filled with bitterness.
Before saying the few words by which we
would recallthe points of her.varied life to
our readers, let Us give one OF the drops
oftagony wrung from this heaxen-child
while h6f8 On trial IA poem written for her
mqihox eye only, and certainly the most
mknlsss frss breath Of a souls ntterance.
thsfwehave ever seen in human language.
1t was sent to US some years ago, by oneof
her friends, under seal OF privacy which
we presume is removed by her death. She
wrote it while al Maulmain, the mission ary
stationsin India at which she had been left
by.her. dying husband. Dr. Judson,s when
hesembarked on nearly hopeless voyage
for rhealth.. the date ofthis poem he had
been four months dead, although il was ten
days before the sad news was communica.
tedto her.
SWEET MOTHER.
The wild southwest monsoon has risen,
.sNilh broad. gray wings of gloom,
While here, from out my .dreary prison,
look as from tomb-Alas!
MY heart another tomb.
Upon the low thatched roof, the rain
With ceaseless patier falls;
Myschoicsst treasures bear it's stains;
lssMould gathers on the walls; would
Fwere only on the wallsi heayen
-sssss f:sss &
Sweet mother, I am here alone,
In ;sorrow and in pain; $50 IS -
Thessunshine from 4cny heart has flown;
f4t feels ilas driving rains All. me!
9 Tie chill. and mould. and rain.
Eopniaggard mouths have wheeled their
Since love upon it smiled, [round.
And everything of earth hassffowned
Oh fhypoor stricke child, sweet friend,
Thy We eary. snfering child
ld.wstchsd my loved one night and day,
Scarce breathing when he slept,
and as, my hopes were swept away.
isRdsin his bosom weep-Oh. God!
ysIfowshad Isprayed and wept!
And when they bore him to the ship,
saw the, white sails spread,
kissed his speechless, qnivering lips;
ssAndrleft him on his bed-Alssi s
ssIt seemed acoffin bed. Assssss
Wheh'ffom my gentle sisters tomb,
LoH4 since.in tears. we came,
4hun: saidst, How desolate each roomP.'
Nslls mine were just the same that day
Ths very. very same.
ikeA, mother. little Charley came
Cur beautiful, fair boy, -,
VIM my own father cherished name;
0Bdi On hesbro6ght no joy child,
Brought moeFnines no JOY.
His litle srass. oasnol see,
Ekougb weary months have sped
Sinoe nitSing lips ben pser me-
And whispered, I. Heis'd eade'-- Mother
Dreadful to- be Adesdl
I do hot.niean for one like mo
So weary. worn. sRd weak
Deaths shadowy paleness seems to be
fE3An nov upon my cheek-his seal.
On Iorm. and brow. and cheek!
But lor rieht.winged bird like him,
To hush his joyous cong.
And prisoned in coffin dim.
s.1oin, Deaih's pale phantom throng-my
j 10 Join that grizzly throng! [bo,
oh. mother. + can scarcely bear
TO think of this to-day .s..s...s...s,.
ii was so exquisiteiy fair. - s
Thai little form of clay-my heart
Sth fingers BY his clay.
And when for one loved far. far more,
Come thickl eathering tears,
ny star Of faith is ciouded DER,
aissink beneath my fears, sweet friend,
My heavy weight of fears.
OH but 20 feel thy fond arms twine as
sssAround me once againi
Hsalmostsseems those lips OF thine g
Might kiss away the pain might sooth
This dull, cold. heavy pain.