By the Rev. W. H. Hitchcock, 255 
nor sorrow could restrain him from this dear enjoyment. He goes 
into the glittering ring to forget his trouble, and leaves poor 
desolate Bessy solitarily at home to remember it. And yet this 
strange little fairy was a most affectionate husband, son, and brother. 
The best part of his character was his affection for his parents, his 
wife and children; the best part of his genius is to be found in his 
Irish Melodies, and his Lalla Rookh.” 
But in passing judgment upon a character and life not without 
its blots of human frailty let us remember his own words :— 
“This world is all a fleeting show, 
For Man’s illusion given ; 
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe 
Deceitful shine, deceitful fow— 
There’s nothing true but Heaven. 
And false the light on Glory’s plume, 
As fading hues of even ; 
And Love, and Hope, and Beauty’s bloom 
Are blessings gathered from the tomb— 
There’s nothing bright but Heaven, 
Poor wanderers of a stormy day 
From wave to wave we're driven ; 
And Fancy’s flash, and Reason’s ray 
Serve but to light our troubled way— 
There’s nothing calm but Heaven | ” 
