Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1858-11-10

or an article on some literary subject, to sell
sometimes sharply pleading in broken
! voice that he was i'll and begging for him
mentioning nothing but that he was i'll,
/ whatever might be his reason for writing
| nothiug-and never, amid all her tears and
/ rccitals of distress suffering one syllable to
escape her lips that could convey a doubt of
! him, or a complaint, or a lessenlng OF pride
/ in his genius and good iptep tons. Her daugh-
! ter died year and half since but she did
not desert him. She continued his minister
! Ing aDgel---living with him-caring for him
guarding him against exposure. and when
! he was carried away by temptation amid
! grief and the loneliness of feelings uareplied
| to, and awoke from his self-abandoBment
prostrated in destitution aid suffering, beg
ging for him still If woman's devotion,
born with first love and fed with human
! passion, halow is object, as it is allowed to
/ do, what does not a devotion like this-pure,
disinterested end holy as the watch OF an IN
visible spirit--say for him who inspired it ?
! I'VE have a letter before US, written by
| this lady, Mrs Clemm, on the morning on
which she heard of the death Of this object of
! her untiring care 1t is merely request
| that he would call upon her. bat we will
| copy few Of its words-sacred as its privacy
is-to warrant the truth of the picture We
have drawn above. and add force to the ap-
| peal which we wish to make for her
q have this morning heard of the ,th of nay
! darling Eddie. = Can You give any
/ circumstances or particulars 4 Oh do
hot desert your poor friend in this bitter afllic-
! ton. q Ask Mr.. r.-- 10 cone. as l must
! see him to deliver a message to him from poor
/ Eddie. l need not ask you to notice his
| death and to speak well of him. [ know you
| will. But say what an afectoHate son he was
! to me, his poor, dcsolate mother"
"To hedge round q grave with respect,
! what choice is there between the relinqushed
wealth and horors Of the world, aud the story
Of such { woman's nrewardel devotion !
Bisking what we DO in delicacy, by making
it public, We feei-other reasons aside-that t
it bctters the world 20 make known that
there are such administrations to i5s crriug
and gifted. What re have said will speak to
some hearts. There are those who will be
glad to know how the lamp whose light Of
poetry has bcamed on their far away recogni-
ton. was watched over with care and pain
that lLey may send to her, who is more da rk-
encd than they by its extinction, some token
7 Of their sympathy. She is destitute and
alorle If any, far or near, will send to Us
what may aid and cheer Eer through tn re-
maindcr of her life, we will joyfully place it
III nGr naHQS
And now let me add, to so touching a pic
turc the Sonnet from this beautiful volume.
addressed to his mothcr-in-law, which so en-
balms her for immortality in his genius:
because feel that in tie heaven above,
The angels, whispering TO one another.
Can fnd among their burning terms Of love,
None so devotional as that of Mother
Therefore by that dear name long have called
YOU
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death in,
stalled you
IL setting my Eirginas spirit free.
My mother, my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother Of myself; but you
Are mother to the one | loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother knew
By that affinity by which my wife
Was dea.er to my soul than its soul life"
The reader of this Sonnet, who has the
volume in his hand, turns back to look
musingly upon the features of the poet
in whom resided such iDspirat ton But
though exceedingly well engraved and yalu-
able. for the recalling Of his features to thosc
who knew them with the angel shining
through. The picture is from d Gagucrreo-
type, aud taken. by the superficial sunshine,
at the moment when the dark spirit cont0I TED
the Eneaments. It gives no idea of the
beauty Of Edgar Pee. The exquisitely CHS
clled features, tho habitual but intellectual
melancholy, the clear palor of the complex
ion, and the calm eve, like the molten still.
ness of slumberng volcano, composed {
countenance Of which this picture is but th,
skeleton. After reading The Raven, 'sUl
alume," ''Leonore" and '.Annabel Lee tn,
luxuriast in poety will better conceive what
his face might have been,
Morris-it is one of the usually unreckonec
and outside privileges Of our present day
toilsomc professon-to be thought guide
and wardens to that Fountain of Egeria' a
which gifted hearts long to be unburtheDed
The young poet, the genius unapprecated
the crushed hope or ambition, over which tn
uegernaut of the world has driven its har,
wheel-these and like sufferers are apt t
come to US with their tears or their story
We stand at the public car We can reac
the vague and underlined throne beforc whic
thew desire to be heard.
have alw avs esteemed it an interestiu
5 privilege, | say, to be thus able to read
nearly, truly and confdingly, the hearts c
the less common Of man Weak voiced fo
liest to be, it is a great happiness to kno'
, them first. and speak for them to the world
: to urge their claims, and strengthen thei
r confidence. and reverently to grade and es
e tablish their descrVings. There IS much
: counterbalanca it. it is true for there al
b Ooh how many y mistaken and false claim
q ants, for whom the kindness of truthful di
;. couragement seems both cruel and certain
a be misunderstood. But the happier side
C 1.-THE first recognizing, appreciating. an
| oeS,,rin q to itself modest and true penius-
n is. I have always thought. to walk wit
: angela" With the monotoy Of assured ar
It established intercourse the dulness of simi
;s itude in men unmistakably slassed, lsbelle
Y and acknowledged the hardness and sha