Died At Saratoga, N.Y., June 2D, 1862, Aged 35. Written On Her Birth-Day. This Was Her Birth-Day Here, When Summer'S Latest Flowers Were Kindling To Their Flush And Prime, As If They Felt How Short The Time In These Terrestrial Bowers. She Hath A Birth-Day Now No Hastening Night That Knows, She Hath A Never-Ending Year Which Feels No Blight Of Autumn Sere, Nor Chill Of Wintry Snows. She Hath No Pain Or Fear, But By Her Saviour'S Side Expansion Finds For Every Power; And Knowledge Her Angelic Dower An Ever-Flowing Tide. They Sorrow, Who Were Called From Her Sweet Smile To Part, Who Wore Her Love-Links Fondly Twined Like Woven Threads Of Gold Refined Around Their Inmost Heart. Tears Are Upon The Cheeks Of Little Ones This Day, God Of The Motherless,--Whose Eye Notes Even The Ravens When They Cry Wipe Thou Their Tears Away: Oh, Comfort All Who Grieve Beside The Sacred Urn,-- For Brief Our Space To Wail Or Sigh, Like Grass We Fade, Like Dreams We Fly, And Rest With Those We Mourn.