"_'t)| MEMORIAL OF JOSEPH HENRY. 



It is, indeed, the shadow of a great affliction which his death has 

 cast upon our Society, but the light of his life pierces through the 

 darkness, and irradiates for us all the paths of duty and labor, of 

 honor and purity, of truth and righteousness, in which he walked 

 with an eye that never blenched, and a foot that never faltered. We 

 shall imt see his lace any more, I learning with gladness and with the 

 mild splendor of chastened intellect, but we shall feel his spiritual 

 presence whenever we meet in this hall. We shall never hear his 

 voice again, but its clear and gentle times, as from yonder chair he 

 expounded to ns the mysteries of nature, will re-echo in the chambers 

 of memory with only a deeper import, now that he has gone to join 

 tlic> "dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rule our spirits from 

 their urns."' 



