Hacbt thou then lived when Church infallible 

 Prescribed the bounds to universal truth, 

 And hadst thou said, "Earth on its axis turns," 

 Thou mightst for years in prison walls confined 

 Have paid the forfeit Galileo paid. 



Thy friends in sable robes and bowed with grief, 

 As to thy lifeless form they bade farewell, 

 Beheld through tearful eyes the look serene 

 Stamped by thy parting soul upon that brow 

 Ere he did turn to wing his upward way. 



He who gave life gave what seems death to man, 

 But 'tis a death that gives more life to life. 

 Creative force and force destructive joined 

 Live nut as attributes of Power Divine. 

 God with one hand withdraws the life of earth, 

 But with the other gives the life of heaven. 

 Death is a word in language all unknown, 

 Save in the lexicon compiled by man. 



GEORGE THWING. 



FROM THE SPRINGFIELD REPUBLICAN, OCT. n. 



AT the death of some men and of many women it is proper that the few 

 who knew them best should say to us who survive, what their life-work \vas, 

 and what the character which shaped it or grew out of it. But when men of 

 a public genius and of known fame pass from earth, and their lives are 

 commemorated by other public persons, there may yet be room for the remi- 

 niscences of those who knew them less intimately, but who, from casual 

 association, or the communication of pupil with teacher, may have noted 

 traits that sometimes escape the observation of familiar acquaintance. It is 

 a maxim in one of Professor Peirce's polygon of sciences astronomy 

 that the eye sees better in certain star-fields by a side glance than by direct 

 gaze. Let this be the excuse (as respect and affection are the motive) for 

 adding a few words to the tributes that genius and friendship will pay to this 

 man of friendly and soaring genius. 



