“Dear George, I go. I leave the friend I love. Long since ’twas written in the books above. But what, good God! I leave thee, do I say? The thought distracts my soul, and fills me with dismay. But Heaven decreed it, let me not repine; I go; but, George, my heart is knit with thine. In vain old Time shall all his forces prove To tear my heart from the dear friend I love; Should you be distant far as Afric’s sand, By Fancy pictured, you’d be near at hand. This shall console my thoughts till time shall end: Though George be absent, George is still my friend. But other friends I leave; it wounds my heart To leave a Gilman, Conkey and a Clark; But hope through the sad thought my soul shall bear: Bereft of hope I’d sink in dark despair. When Phœbus a few courses shall have run, And e’er old Aries shall receive the sun, I shall return, nor more shall fear the day That from my friends shall take poor me away. Oh then roll on, ye lagging wheels of time, Roll on the hours; till then, dear George, I’m thine. “D. W.” Verse-writing was but an episode, an occasional diversion, with Daniel, and when he entered upon his professional life he found little time to devote to it. I will therefore cite but one other specimen of his college productions in this line. It was written shortly after his eighteenth birthday, and was appended to a letter written to his intimate friend, Mr. Bingham. It runs thus: “SYLVARUMQUE POTENS DIANA. A FABLE. “Bright Phœbus long all rival suns outshone, And rode triumphant on his splendid throne. When first he waked the blushes of the dawn, And spread his beauties o’er the flowery lawn, The yielding stars quick hastened from the sky, Nor moon dare longer with his glories vie; He reigned supreme, and decked in roseate light Beamed his full splendors on the astonished sight. At length on earth behold a damsel rise, Whose growing beauties charmed the wondering skies! As forth she walked to breathe the balmy air, And view the beauties of the gay parterre, Her radiant glories drowned the blaze of day, And through all nature shot a brighter ray. Old Phœbus saw—and blushed—now forced to own That with superior worth the damsel shone. Graced with his name he bade her ever shine, And in his rival owned a form divine!” One trait of the young college student I must refer to, because young men at that stage in their mental training are too apt to be marked by a self-sufficient and not altogether agreeable opinion of their own powers. Notwithstanding his great abilities Daniel was always modest, and disposed to under rather than overestimate himself. Shortly after his graduation he took occasion to express himself thus, in speaking to some friends: