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‘¢ Waning life and weary, 
Fainting heart and limb, 
Darkening road and dreary, 
Flashing eye grown dim, 
All betokening nightfall near, 
Day is done and rest is dear,”’ 
Towards the last another shadow fell upon him and his mind 
failed, and his eye, noted for its brightness, became dim, and 
during the remainder of his stay on earth like a little child he 
was led by the hand. 
On the 27th of January, 1851, the summons came, and as he 
lay upon his bed, surrounded by his family, his eyes regained 
their lustre, as though they penetrated the veil and looked be- 
yond the river into that land that is “ very far off,” and with his 
hands clasped in those of his wife he passed peacefully away. 
He sleeps by the side of our noble river, which in its fair and 
full proportions with stately sweep moves calmly onward to its 
own rest in the bosom of the great deep, so nigh at hand, while 
above him, bearing upon its chiseled sides reproductions from 
his own drawings, rises the splendid monument this day un- 
veiled in honor of his memory and to commemorate his work. 
His labors accomplished, his vocation fulfilled, how can I 
more fittingly express it all than by those lines so full of music, 
which tell of a life well lived from its rising to its setting sun ; 
of the contemplation of a peaceful passing hence that no alarms 
can stir, and of the possession of a steadfast unfaltering trust 
when standing on the borders and looking out upon the glassy 
surface of the vast, unknown eternal sea? 
** Sunset and evening star, 
And one clear call for me, 
And may there be no moaning of the bar 
When I put out to sea, 
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 
Too full for sound or foam, 
When that which drew from out the boundless deep 
Turns again home. 
Twilight and evening bell 
And after that the dark, 
And may there be no sadness of farewell A 
When I embark. 
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place 
The tlood may bear me far, 
I hope to see my Pilot face to face 
When I have crossed the bar.”’ 
