improbable that this daughter inherited some of his mental qualities, and may have written it herself; and furthermore, we think it quite possible that she did not rely on her imagination for the subject of her verses, but that she might have had a friend who became sick and died, and that the poetry is a partial relation of her experience on the occasion.  Our father gave it a title which we append, but otherwise we quote the manuscript as it was written:

"Ah! why this long, this lingering pain,
Why do I seek repose in vain,
    And close in vain my eyes?
In vain I court thee, balmy sleep,
Restless and pale I lie and weep,
    While gentle slumber flies.

These tedious days and nights of grief,
These months of woe and no relief,
    Ah! when will they be gone?
When will my tears and sighing cease,
When shall I greet thee, smiling peace,
    And when will pleasure dawn.

Alas! the choicest balm no more
Can this my wasting flesh restore,
    I must resign resign my breath--
No more the healing art can give
This dying frame the power to live
    Nor stay the hand of death.

Adieu, my friends, a long adieu
To peace, to friendship and to you,
    Ah! cruel fate of mine;
Must I be snatched from allthat's dear;
From each and every comfort here?
    Yes, I must all resign.

In vain the sun, with pleasing ray
Looks down from heaven to cheer the day,