No dark misrule this mortal life attends,

A Heavenly Father's never-erring thought

Commingles with the discipline He sends.

Not for His reasons let us dare to ask,

His secret counsels not aspire to read,

But faithful bow to each allotted task

And make His will our solace and our creed.

[ HON. PHILLIP RIPLEY, ]

Died at Hartford, July 8th, 1862, aged 68.

It is not meet the good and just