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News that awaits the returning Voyager little known. 



news that awaited me in Boston of Death's visit 

 to one inexpressibly dear, and that, too, on the 

 very ocean which I had passed over in peace, 

 and with greatly renovated health, 



Through the dear might of HIM that walk'd the waves, 



induces me to venture a word upon the natural 

 and Christian graces of that beloved brother, 

 whose mortal remains now lie treasured in the 

 deep, till the sea give up its dead. 



His was a lovely soul, formed to be blessed and bless. 



He struggled long, even from early boyhood, 

 with sickness and pain, but all the while pa- 

 tiently, even cheerfully, such was the buoyant 

 energy of his natural temper, and so early was 

 his trial sanctified by the grace of Christ. 



O, precious grace ! that made him wise, 

 And proved affliction, rightly used, 

 Was mercy in disguise ! 



His disposition was so innately cheerful and 

 lively, so irrepressibly buoyant and genial, that 

 no weight of either maladies or misfortunes 

 could keep him under. But still would he carry 

 his head above the waves, and keep his eye 

 cheerfully aloft in the saddest times, when the 

 spirits of others were fainting. If, now and 

 then, his cheerfulness seemed to suffer a tern- 



