8 Jan 1841 -
Died last evening, Margaret, wife of Andrew Ewing, Esq. and eldest daughter of Col. Andrew Hynes.
11 Jan 1841 -
OBITUARY - It is my painful task to notice the death of Mrs. Margaret Ewing, late consort of Andrew Ewing, Esq., of this city. She died on the 7th instant between the hours of nine and ten at the house of her relative., A. B. Sluder. Seldom, if ever, does death, in its universal dominion, cause more deep and heartfelt distress than it has done, in taking, from a large circle of friends and warmly attached relatives, a fond and affectionate father and a kind, devoted and loving husband, the subject of this brief notice. She was married at an early age to the object of her sincere and ardent affections and they, with their numerous and sincere friends, fondly hoped that the union of two such kindred spirits would be crowned with long and useful and happy lives; and for a while they had every reason to believe that these fond hopes would be realized. But alas, “it could not taste, ‘twas bright, ‘twas heavenly, but ‘tis past.”
That fatal disease, consumption, laid its withering blight on her fair form and wrested the roses from her cheek, ere four years of their happy union had passed. All that the most skillful physicians could do - all that friendship could devise or love dictate, was done - but all in vain. “Death’s fatal dart had sped too true, and lodged securely in her breast, defied their efforts all.” She lingered for many months with this fatal disease; her once beautiful countenance became pale - her sweet voice became feeble - and her slender, graceful form, emaciated; but she retained to the last that sweetness of temper that ardent love and sincere friendship which made her at once the idol, the life and joy of the family circle. She was in fact one of those rare spirits so beautifully described by Young: “Sweet harmonist! And beautiful as sweet! And young as beautiful! And soft as young! And gay as soft! And innocent as gay!”
She was for several months before and at the time of her death, a member and ornament of the Presbyterian Church and left behind her the only consolation she could leave her friends, the fullest assurance that she has gone to dwell in “an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.” R
