ires"--throwing himself into the very deepest of the ways of God, and
striking out as a strong swimmer striketh out his hands to swim; to see
him "mewing his mighty youth, and kindling his undazzled eye at the
fountain itself of heavenly radiance:"

"Light intellectual, and full of love,
Love of true beauty, therefore full of joy,
Joy, every other sweetness far above."

It is good for every one to look upon such a sight, and as we look, to
love. We should all be the better for it; and should desire to be
thankful for, and to use aright a gift so good and perfect, coming down
as it does from above, from the Father of lights, in whom alone there is
no variableness, neither shadow of turning.

Thus it is, that to each one of us the death of Arthur Hallam--his
thoughts and affections--his views of God, of our relations to Him, of
duty, of the meaning and worth of this world, and the next,--where he
now is, have an individual significance. He is bound up in our bundle of
life; we must be the better or the worse of having known what manner of
man he was; and in a sense less peculiar, but not less true, each of us
may say,

----"The tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me."

----"O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!"

"God gives us love! Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone:

"This is the curse of time. Alas!
In grief we are not all unlearned;
Once, through our own doors Death did pass;
One went, who never hath returned.

"This star
Rose with us, through a little arc
Of heaven, nor having wandered far,
Shot on the sudden into dark.

"Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.

"Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet,
Nothing comes to thee new or strange,
Sleep, full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change."

_Vattene in pace, alma beata e bella._--Go in peace, soul beautiful and
blessed.

"O man greatly beloved, go thou thy way till the end, for thou shalt
rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days."--DANIEL.

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"Lord, I have viewed this world over, in which thou hast set me; I have
tried