Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1856-02-08

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| From the Louisville Joarpni.
THE DyArn OF a PoETEss. We
have seldom been. so deeply panied as
by the intelligence Of ihcidealh Of
Miss Maria Louisa Chitwood. Of MI.
Carmel, Indiana. We grieve at her
loss. Tor she was our very dear person.
nj. friend. and one OF the brightesi
amplig The young women Of genius 10
this country She was for n long time
a writer Of poetry for the Louisville
Journal; and every reader has admir-.
ed the rich and tender beauty OF her
productions.
Miss chi.wood was young. but. in
her brief career OF life,i she knew
something OF sorrow. and her heart
was both soltened and strengthened
by The stern discipline. She WAS kind
and gentle aud true and good warm
hearted and high souled--diilident
and shrinking, bat conscious of bright
and beautiful thoughts and OF strong
powers given her by God Tor useful
purposes. Her whole nature was
deeply aud, intensely poetical. and
thus TO her the underworld was full Il
: poetry, The deepest griefs Of hel
young bosom were turned 70 music,
soft, sweet. and mournful music on hel
: fps. There was low and sad and
|; mysterious melody in Der heart I, as i
that young heart had wandered dowr
IRON. Heaven aud, were moaning FOL
! tits home as the sea- shell means for il,
parent sea. There was no deadl,
Enighsshade or other noxious thing
: among the myriad blossoms of he
a soul that flung upon every breeze tha
!, stirred them an incense The that 0
7 Araby the Blest She never ittere.
: u thought thai was not fitted to purif,
, and beauiifv and make better ever
|, heart into which il sank-neyer
q tho't that might not be cherished an,
spoken by an angel In the midst Of III
shining hosts Of Heaven. Ever
T. thought rested as purely and beauti
J. fully in her heart rs a white dove 4
/. its nest, or siarbeam in the calm lax
y or a dewdrop in the cup Of the rose
on the soul OF love AID perfume in III
y bosom Of the violet. The bitterci
70 trials could not turn to bitterness he
r sweet End lovely nature; no adyersit
re- could make her cold or morbid or mis-
:, anthropic--on the contrary the Who'll
> tendency of her sorrowful experier
D. ces Of life was to soften and etherca
o ize and hallow her spirit and to rends
ID II the home OF universal beneyolenc
A. and charity aud love. fft'
|. Miss Chitwood had cxtraordinnr
:" genius, and, up to the time OF h,
&c death, she cultivated il with diligcnt
is and success. She was rising rapid
st TO fame. when suddenly her hrer
~ heart sank down to be quenched
- the cold dumps of the grave. II wi
asif q tree IN The midst Of all i
y wealt, Of April bloom were uprent
he The whirl wind. az If young cagl
ps spflnging upward " The sky. wei
- siricken down by The iowler's shaft. i
! IL " young star. mounting bright
y toward the zenith 10 take its pIac
O. heaven. we're suddenly and myst
be lrioosly blottcd in mid career from G,
q. istcncc. When the sad knowledt
"A THAT she wab dead came home to u
- we felt for n moment rs II beauty on
VI glory had persisted FROM the Univer
al = as il something beautiful 10 natu
ed had stopped; asif an exquisite harm
ny IN creation had ceased weremen
:, brred not that her pure spirit still live
I" exalted and strengthened and rcnde
w cd even moro heavenly than In
o. lovely pilgrimage Of earth. We 10
Cd her as dearly ~ we could love OF
whom wo bad never seen; and h
M pure and gcntle and childlikc and Q
= ihusiastic and holy love was to 4
y surrounded ~ We ever were BY d
10 fierce stIqfes of peliiIre. lilcA tone
~ music among iuag. voices, y -.
Ter ocneule''oh ~ he elefnai CURSE
ot- ! we nope thnt hIsu oh''wecd,s VI
mo- uhgS'n poetry ma PROSE w'n pe g
- lecteu ny some surviving l'onu or y
' nt'se ior pupl'eh'on, ana ~ would ~