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The following beautiful and touching lines from 

 the pen of Miss Merritt, whose name has been 

 already mentioned, form a fit conclusion to this 

 memoir. 



MEMORIAL OF ^ WILLIAM, 



Bishop of Chicago. 

 "Sorrow not as those without a hope." 



Now all is over! to the requiem 



Of the deep organ, solemn in its swell, 

 They bore him onward to the chamber dim, 



Our Fiiend — our Father — he that loved us well ! 

 Never! ah, never! shall as kind a glance 



Send us the greeting his was wont to send : 

 O'er the calm brightness of his countenance 



The chilling shadows of the grave descend. 



His form is resting 'neath the saintly shade 



Of shrine and altar that he helped to rear; 

 Within their silence he hath knelt and prayed. 



And it is fitting we should lay him here. 

 So may the organ's wild and thrilling peal 



A mournful requiem o'er his slumber pour, 

 "While our hushed spirits thrill again to feel 



His presence near us, though of earth no more. 



But yesterday we looked upon his face 



Lit up and kindling with the earnest soul — 

 But yesterday within his wonted place, 



From lips now silent, words of fervour stole. 

 Never! ah, never! shall their accents fall 



Upon the stillness of the Sabbath air, — 

 The smile — the greeting — these have vanish'd all, 



That place is vacant by the shrine of prayer. 



