To him who e'er hast lent a hand In hours of direst woe, Who like a brother led the way, And showed us how to go; To him who oft has bowed the knee Beside the lowly cot, Here thanks we give, here thanks we pay, On this thy natal day. Kind benefactor, brother, friend, Our words but feebly tell The gush of love comes over us, And in our bosoms swell, For all thy kindness, all thy care For souls by sin oppressed, Here thanks we give, here thanks we pay, On this thy natal day. May He who in his precious word Declares the giver blessed, E'en far beyond recipients, Pronounce thee doubly blessed; And as swift years their circles speed, May lover, children, friends, Combine to bless thy natal day, As we our thanks do pay. I never knew Frank so much overcome. He put his handkerchief to his eyes, and then made a movement as if he were meditating an escape from the room; but I whispered, "don't leave me, Frank." When the singing terminated, Rev. Mr. Munroe stepped forward and began to make a speech. My heart beat very fast; and for a moment I felt as if I were going to be married. I was so much overcome that I could not hear all that was said, but the next hour was occupied with speeches addressed to the Doctor, by Rev. Mr. Munroe, Mr. Marshall, Dr. Clapp, and Thomas Jones; each of whom in a most delicate manner, spoke of his happy influence and professional services. Mr. Munroe said, "No one could fully estimate the value of the labors of a pious physician this side of eternity." "Everywhere," he continued, "among this people, I find occasion to bless God for locating me in a parish where those labors abound." Dr. Clapp thanked my husband for his kind attention, encouragement and friendship, and concluded by saying "I owe all my present ease and comfort to you, Dr. Lenox." Allen Mansfield followed him, and in glowing terms spoke of the blessings for which under God he and his were indebted to Frank, and to our family.