A link between the literature of this day and the Byron era was broken on the 4tli nat. by the death of the widow of ' Tom Moore," at the age of seventy six. She died at Sloperton Cottage, England, long the residenc.e of the brilliant author of the " Melodies." Few are now left, says the London Times, of the brilliaut company who adorned the early part of the nineteenth century, and whoso names are fainous n our literature. Among these names none is or will be held in mure kindly remembrance than thatof the ludy to whom the poet Moore gave his heart. Moore not onlj Joved her - he was proud of her, and it is delighti'ul to see in his letters and in his diaries with what eagerness ho sounded her praises. He writes to his mother ia 1813: " You cannot imagine what a sensatioa Bessy, excited at the ball the other night.. She was prettily dressed, and certainly looked very beautiful. I never saw so much adaiiration excited. It strikes everybody alrnost tb at 6ees her how like the form and expression of her face are to Catalina' 1" And so through all his letters and journals he is uever tired of referring to her, quoting what she said, telling what she did, describiug how sho looked, and reoording how she was admired. He married her in 1811, and her history is summed up in this one phrase - that she was the delight of hia life.