The daily press. (Cincinnati [Ohio) 1859-1859, 1859-06-02
THE PR E s S.
Lady franklin.

Lazy FGunhllns H D.
All who read the following, will, we are sure,
feel the deepest sympathy and admiration of
the zeal, perseverance, and copjugal affection
displayed in thu noble and untiring efforts Of
Lady Franklin to relieve or to discover the fate
of her distinguished husband and the gallant
party under bis command, despite the Difficult
ties, disappointments, and heart sickening g
"hope deferred" " with which these efforts have
been attended. All men must feel lively in-
terest in the fate Of these bold men, and be
most desirous to contribute toward their res
toration to their country and their homes. The
name of the present Lady Franklin is as "fa-
miliar as household word" in every bosom
in America and England; she is alike the object
of our admiration, our sympathy, our hopes,
and our prayers. Nay, her name and that of
her husband is breathed in prayer in many
lands-and, obi how earnest, how Jealous, how
courageous, have been her efforts to find and
relieve her husband for, like Desdemona,!
"she loved him for the dengers he had passed.
And he loved her that she did pity them"
How she has traversed from port to port,
bidding Good speed their mission " to each
public and private ship going forth on the
noble errand of mercy-how freely and
promptly has she contributed to their comforts.
How has she watched each arrival from the
north, scanned each stray paragraph of news,
hurried to the Admiralty on each rumour, and
kept up with unremitting labor voluminous
correspondence with all the quarters of the
globe, fondly wishing that she had the wings
of the dove, that she might flee away, and be
with him from whom Heaven has seen ct to
separate her so long.
An American poet we'll depicts her sentiments
in the following lines: r.... ....
LADY FRANKLIN,s APPEAL TO THE
NORTH.
Oh, where my long lost one! art thou,
Mid Artic seas and wintry skies?
Deep, Polar night Is on me now
And Hope, long wrecked, but nocks my cries,
LII the drenr zone and sunless air,
My dying, lonely heart complains,
ANA chills in sorrow and despair. .
Tell me, ys Northern winds! that sweep
Down from the rayess, dusky day
Where ye huye borne, and where ye keep
Tell me, when next ye wildly bear
Of my beloved Oh, teii me Where
1c Keep him on the shores of death
Tell me, ye Polar sessi that roll
From cc-bound shore to sunny isle
Tell me, when next ye leave the Pole,
Where ye haye chained my lord the while
On the bleak Northern cliff / wait "-''''
with tear -pained eyes to see ye comel
VIII ye not tell me- ere too late?
Or Will ye mock while am dumb? ...
Tell me, oh tell me, mountain wayesI
whence nave ye leaped and sprung to-day?
Have ye passed DER their sleeping graves
Will ye sweep on and bear me too
Down to the caves within the deem?
Oh, bring some token to my view
That ye my loved one safe will keen,
C0nst thou not tell me, Polar Start
Where in the frozen waste he kneels?
And on the icy plains afar
His love to God and mo reyeals2
Wilt thUu not send one brighter ray
To my lone heart and aching eye?
Wilt thou not turn my night to day,
And wake my spirit ere diel
Tell me- oh dreary North for now
My soul Is like thine Artc zone;
Beneath the darkened skies bow,
Or ride the stormy alOnc
Tell ME of my beloved torI
Know not a ray my lord without!
Oh, tell me, that may not die
sOrrower on tho sea of Doubt