By the Rev. W. H. Hitchcock. 



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nor sorrow could restrain him from this dear enjoyment. He goes 

 into the glittering ring* to forget his trouble, and leaves poor 

 desolate Bessy solitarily at home to remember it. And yet this 

 strange little fairy was a most affectionate husband, son, and brother. 

 The best part of his character was his affection for his parents, his 

 wife and children ; the best part of his genius is to be found in his 

 Irish Melodies, and his Lalla Rookh." 



But in passing judgment upon a character and life not without 

 its blots of human frailty let us remember his own words 



" This world is all a fleeting show, 

 For Man's illusion given ; 

 The smiles of joy, the tears of woe 

 Deceitful shine, deceitful flow — 



There's nothing true but Heaven. 



And false the light on Glory's plume, 



As fading hues of even ; 

 And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom 

 Are blessings gathered from the tomb — 



There's nothing bright but Heaven. 



Poor wanderers of a stormy day 



From wave to wave we're driven ; 

 And Fancy's flash, and Reason's ray 

 Serve but to light our troubled way— 



There's nothing calm but Heaven J " 



