opular in society for he was amiable and entertaining.
He was a fine belle letter scholar, and was remarkable for his
conversationable powers--he had a fund of anecdote always at command.
He was a great observer and studier of Character and a believer in
human nature.

The year 1866 found him again in Washington city where after a short
illness he died. Recently his remains have been brought to Cincinnati,
by his brother Calvin W. Thomas and placed beside those of his parents
in Spring Grove Cemetery.

The Emigrant,

OR
REFLECTIONS[1]
WHILE DESCENDING THE OHIO.

I.
We both are pilgrims, wild and winding river!
Both wandering onward to the boundless West--
But thou art given by the good All-giver,
Blessing a land to be in turn most blest:[2]
While, like a leaf-borne insect, floating by,
Chanceful and changeful is my destiny;
I needs must follow where thy currents lave--
Perchance to find a home, or else, perchance a grave.

II.
Yet, dost thou bear me on to one I've loved
From Boyhood's thoughtlessness to Manhood's thought,
In all the changes of our lives, unmoved--
That young affection no regret has brought:
Beloved one! when I seem Fortune's slave,
Reckless and wrecked upon the wayward wave,
Bright Hope, the Halcyon, rises o'er the sea,
Calming the troubled wave--bearing my heart to thee.

III.
Alas! we parted: what a bitter sorrow
Clings to the memory of our last embrace!
No joy to-day, no promise of to-morrow,
No idol image, shall usurp thy place:
For thee my holiest hope is upward given--
My love for thee is with my love for Heav'n,
A dedication of my heart to thine,
With God to smile on both, and consecrate the shrine.

IV.
Our home, when last I saw it, was all lone;
Yet my affections peopled it with those
Whose sunny smile upon my boyhood shone;
Then came reality,--the heart-spring froze:--
There was the stream, the willow, and the wild wood,
Where, emulous of height, in playing childhood,
With hearts encircled, on the beechen tree,
Dear one, I carved thy name, but then thou wert with me.

V.
Thou wert my nurse in many an hour of pain,
My comforter in many an hour of sadness;
And when m