The transcript of his life, nor wrongly ask
"When shall we look upon his like again?"
Died at Hartford, August, 1859.
I saw her overlaid with many flowers,
Such as the gorgeous summer drapes in snow,
Stainless and fragrant as her memory.
Blent with their perfume came the pictur'd thought
Of her calm presence,—of her firm resolve
To bear each duty onward to its end,—