of the husband and father, and in the
spontaneous sorrow with which a great people testified their sense of
his worth and of their common loss.

To show the universal as well as national esteem in which Mr.
Braidwood was held, two extracts are here given from the numerous
letters of condolence addressed to his bereaved family, from all parts
of the world. Mr. G. H. Allen, Secretary to the Boston (America) Fire
Department, writes: "It gives me pleasure to unite with the Board in
testimony to the extreme kindness of Mr. Braidwood in the conduct of
our correspondence, whereby we have been greatly benefited and
received extensive information. Allow me also to extend our sympathy
to those who have lost one who will ever be remembered as standing at
the head of the most valued arm of the Government, and one that you
can hardly expect to be replaced, except by years of experience and
great natural ability." Mr. T. J. Bown, Superintendent of the Sydney
(Australia) Fire Brigade, in a letter dated 22nd August 1861, says,
"On receipt of the sad news, our large fire-bell was tolled, the
British ensign hoisted half-mast high, and crape attached to the
firemen's uniform, as a token of respect for one of the noblest and
most self-denying men that ever lived, who spent and lost his life in
the service of his fellow-creatures."

A TRUE HERO.

JAMES BRAIDWOOD.--_Died, June 22nd, 1861._

By the Author of

"JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN."

Not at the battle front,--
Writ of in story;
Not on the blazing wreck,
Steering to glory;

Not while in martyr pangs
Soul and flesh sever,
Died he--this Hero new--
Hero for ever.

No pomp poetic crown'd,
No forms enchained him,
No friends applauding watched,
No foes arraigned him:

Death found him there, without
Grandeur or beauty,
Only an honest man
Doing his duty:

Just a God-fearing man,
Simple and lowly,
Constant at kirk and hearth,
Kindly and holy:

Death found--and touched him with
Finger in flying:--
So he rose up complete--
Hero undying.

Now, all mourn for him,
Lovingly raise him
Up from his life obscure,
Chronicle, praise him;

Tell his last act, done midst
Peril appalling,
And the last word of cheer
From his lips falling;

Follow in multitudes
To his grave's portal;
Leave him there, b