Among those on that unfortunate Arctic, was James 

 B. Lenorb, a member of this Society. He had been 

 with his family to pay a last visit to the home of his 

 infancy and early associations. Having passed over the 

 hills and valleys of his boyhood, he was on his way re- 

 turning with his family, to spend his days in the land 

 of his choice and adoption ; but the result showed how 

 futile are the castles that men build, and how uncer- 

 tain their realization. 



The last time that he was seen, was on the deck of 

 that noble ship, as she sank beneath the swelling bo- 

 som of the sea. The Ocean surge murmured his 

 funeral recjuium ; and he and his family rest in a sej)- 

 ulchre in the caverns of the mighty deep. Here no 

 cypress moans his funeral dirge ; no willow weeps 

 responsive grief, and no gentle flowers bloom over his 

 last resting place. We can lament his melancholy and 

 unexpected fate ; but we cannot recall him from the 

 Ocean's deep abyss. We can rejoice in the science he 

 has adorned with his genius, and which will survive 

 fresh and vigorous, associating with it the remem- 

 brance of his worth, integrity of character and untime- 

 ly destiny. 



" "Weep for the death pang of the heart, 

 Ere being from the bosom part; 

 But never be a tear-drop given, 

 To those that rest in that blue Heaven." 



From the position with which I have been honored 



