And ye whose virtuous efforts here combine To cultivate those faculties divine, _Friendship_ and _Science_ breathe a deeper sigh-- He was _your_ brother by a dearer tie: With you he trod the same delightful road; For you his heart with love peculiar glow’d. Can you forget how many social hours Derived new joys from his instructive pow’rs? Can you upon these scenes look back unmoved, Scenes, where, so oft, delighted and improv’d, Attention fondly on his accents dwelt, And every breast the warmth of friendship felt; While Fancy, led by Hope, the theme pursu’d, And future prospects more delightful view’d? Fancy! where now are thy illusive dreams? Where, Hope! thy visions bright with golden gleams? Friendship, thy prospects?--Fame, thy laureate wreath? All past----all faded in the shades of Death. ’Tis past--the sigh is breath’d, the tear is shed, The last sad tribute to a brother dead.-- _Our loss_ demands--receives the mournful strain: Let sounds of triumph celebrate _his gain_. the _Spirit_, starting from its bonds of clay, Traces with Angel guides the lucid way; Exalted notes from harps celestial rise, And _kindred spirits_ hail him to the skies. _There_, Earth’s embarrassments no more controul The great exertions of the active soul:-- By weak humanity no more confin’d, Enlarg’d, enlarging still, his opening mind; With strength encreasing through creation soars, Infinite space, eternal times explores; More nearly contemplates the great _First Cause_, More clearly comprehends his sacred laws; With _Newton_ darts among the Worlds of light, Systems on systems blazing on his sight; With Franklin, mitigates the whirlwind’s force, Averts the lightning’s flash, and turns the thunder’s course; Or joins with extacy the holy throng Who to Jehovah’s throne exalt the song, Shout the loud victory o’er the bounds of earth, And joyful celebrate their heavenly birth. Is this a subject for the plaints of woe? Can friendship _here_ the tear of grief bestow? No----elevated by the glorious theme, We hope, ere long, to die---to rise, like him, To join with transport his celestial flight, Again to meet him in those realms of light Where widow’d friendship ceases to deplore, Affection feels the parting pang no more, Hush’d is the sigh of grief--the groan of pain, And Virtue dwells with Joy in everlasting reign. * * * * * _A +Lady+ having received a Bouquet from a +Boy+, sent him the following Verses._ Next your dear image in my breast, Your fancied flowers I fondly plac’d, But mourn my adverse fate, Who by compulsive atoms hurl’d, Was forc’d so soon into this world, Where you arrived too late. _The ANSWER, by a Friend of the BOY._