Dunglison.] QQ [October. 



not ambitious, but think that we shall be pecuniarily able to build a 

 cottage large enough for us and the few dear friends who may visit 

 us there. I propose to occupy myself this winter with writing a 

 memoir of my mother, having just closed my care of her estate. 

 Thus much for my egotism." 



During this year he visited more than once his friends in Phila- 

 delphia, who rejoiced to observe the absence of all evidences of his 

 former alarming seizure. He had the same characteristic geniality, 

 the same social charms and intellectual radiance, but the expert and 

 anxious observer was pained to notice a greater degree, perhaps, of 

 nervous impressibility, and at times undue somnolency. 



Sensible, however, as he was of the absolute necessity of avoiding 

 all undue mental excitement, on the outbreak of the patriotic fervor 

 which followed the fall of Sumter, he found it impossible to remain 

 quiet; and although he had taken no part in the formation of the 

 great meeting which was held in New York in April following, he 

 was recognized in the street, pressed into service, and addressed the 

 assembled multitude several times, and it is said " with tremendous 

 energy and fire." He was a genuine, unalloyed patriot, the eloquent 

 upholder of his countiy both at home and abroad. One of the most 

 beautiful of the ''songs" in his "Lays of Love and Faith," was 

 composed years ago at midnight in an English mail coach. 



"My country, oh I my country, 



My heart still sighs for thee ; 

 And many are the longing thoughts 



I send across the sea. 

 My weary feet have wandered far, 



And far they yet must roam ; 

 But oh ! whatever land I tread. 



My heart is with my home. 



" The fields of merry England 



Are spreading round me wide, 

 The verdant vale and castled steep 



In all their ancient pride ; 

 But give to me my own wild land, 



Beyond the salt sea's foam, 

 For there, amid her forests free, 



My spirit is at home. 



***** 



" There's no home like my own home 

 Across the dark blue sea ; 

 The land of beauty and of worth, 

 The bright land of the free ; 



