Dr. Bowditch, President of the American Academy. lxi 
his feeble hand had just traced a few intelligible signs, the iron 
grasp of disease snatched his last occupation from him for ever. 
His strength gradually failed; his physical powers refused their 
office ; but his living intellect still shone bright and unclouded ; 
and, like the sun in the firmament, whose radiant orb he had so 
often watched in mid-ocean, from the splendor of its meridian 
beams to the softened lustre of its evening decline upon the waters 
of the fathomless deep, his serene and tranquil spirit gently sunk 
to repose, in cloudless majesty, upon the bosom of the ocean of 
eternity. 
