New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-08-18

her wondrous vitality and the hope wa 70 vtrons A.
ve would spars her for still greater good that dasA
van was drawn over what might be. II b often Is
% Mnere We are accustomed TO associAts constant
with dear friends that We calmly look dans
f.. m me facs without msgivings. So little did M
Last dsv sb ssA SS her critical condition. that until -
disposed TO remain in bed and then the prscsuton NJ
accidental SO much encouraged aid s6s fesl WITH n,
sm aa e female that on nj: aoa evening"
found her In good spints ready ct peasantrv and M
ling to converse on al ths cdiovsd suSisct t1' ~
ruling passion had prompted her to glance u ths
A.nels Fun ana N Ma and when this f,saA
acquaintance Of the new Italian Premier, RicasoH .
the effect that his policy and Cavours were identical
Mr.; Browning " smiled like Italy" and thankfully
her thoughts were not Of self. This near friend went
away with no suspicion Of what was soon to be ter.
rible reality. Mrs. Brownings own bright boy ban
bis mother good night, eheered by her on-rsPesss1
I" an better, dear, much better" lnquirDg friends
were made happy by these assurances.
One only watched her breathing through the ighi-
he who for fifteen years had ministered to her with IL
the tenderness of a woman. 1t was night devoid q
suffering to her. As morning approached, and fot I've
hours previous to the dread moment, she seemed -
In partial ecstasy; and though not apparently eons
scous of the coming on of ceath she gave her hucbaA
all those holy words Of love, all the consolation Of a
oft-repeated blessing, whose value death mas maO
priceless Such moments are too sacred for the COM
mon pen which pauses the wopaanpoet raises her.
sef an 70 die in the arms of her poet-husband. He
knew not that des.h had robbed him Of his treasure
until the dropping form grew chill and froze bis hearts
blood.
AT half past four, on morning of the Goth Of JanAs
Elizabeth Barrett Browning died OF congestion OF -
lungs. Her last words were +" u 10 beautiful - 0ea
mercfu the end sparng her aud hers tho agonE
of frenzied parting, giving proof to those wis
Were Left Of the glory and happiness In store for hor
by those few words, at Is beautyfhw Tie spiriS
could see its future mission even before shaking OF ~
Gazing on her peaceful face with lie eyes closed -
US forever, our cry was her "Cry Of the HumAs." 4
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On the evening Of July /, the lovely EngIish buy.
ingground without the walls Of Florence opened ~
gates to receive one more occupant. A band Of e.
glish, Americans, and Italians, sorrowing men snA
women, whose faces a. well as dress were Ia mourn
ing gathered around the bier containing all that was
mortal of Elizabeth Barrett Browning Who of thoso
present win forget the solemn scene, made doubI ha-
pressive by the grief Of the husband and son7 The
sting of death is sin, said the clergyman. Siness ID
life her death, them was without sting and turnire
our thoughts nwardly we murmured her prayers for
the dead and wished that they might have been Ia
bural-seryice. We heard her poet-yoce saying;
"And friends, dear hisnds, when Il shall b
That this low breath Is gone from me-
And round my bier ye come to weep.
Let mcst loving Of you ell
Say, Not tear must Ger her fall
He siveth His beloved Sleep"
But the tears would fall they bore her up The In
and lowered Ills beloved" into her resting-place tn
grave. The sun itself sinking to rest behind Tie
western bills, and rent farewell smile Of love int
the east, that it mi ht glance the lowering biss.
The distant mountains bid their faces In misty vHt
and the tall cypress trees Of the cemetery ewsyed and
sighed as Natures special for her favored
child and there they to stand keeping watch ov
her.
oh the little birds sang east and the little birds sang ws
Toll stotciv!
And ,ad undsrbresth Ali life Is mixed with dossh
And who knoweth which Is bessf
"oh III. It'll. bird, sang east and the little bird. sang wss
7dI sloteiy!
And paused to think Gods greatness lowed around exs -
completeness
Round our restlessness, His restp
Dust to dust-and the earth fell with dull echo q
the coffin We gathered round to take on. look, and
saw q double grave, too large for her; may II wes
long and patiently for ham
And now q mound Of earth marks he spot where
sleeps Elizabeth Barrett Browning. white wreath
TO mark her woman purity lies her head; the s0
rel wreah Of the poet lee at her feet and friendly
hands scatter white flowers the grave Of wesh
as symbols Of the dead.
We feel as she wrote
God keeps niche
In heaven TO bold eur idols and albeit
lie brake them TO our fsces and denied
That close kisses should impair their white,
I know W shall behold them raised complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, glorihed,
New Memnons singing In the great GodlisAt"