the most wonderful production of creation, and he viewed their foibles, imperfections and errors with indulgence and charity, which he felt, were infinitely inferior to what, even the most perfect being would stand in need of, when required to render an account of his acts before the Supreme Ruler of the Universe.

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habitual resiThis respect,

It is impossible to conceive, without having been an eye-witness, the respect and veneration felt for the Chief Justice in the mond, which was the place of his dence for a great number of years. which was a spontaneous homage paid to his virtues and talents, exhibited itself frequently in the most affecting and flattering forms. Personally known to every man, woman and child, throughout the city, and usually mentioned by the familiar appellation of "the old Chief," his appearance in the streets, which occurred every day, was sure to excite attention. This attention was, however, never importunate or offensive; but mingled with the affectionate regard and reverence which the ancient patriarchs are said to have inspired. Passengers never failed to salute him with respect; noisy disputants ceased their clamors on his approach, and the very children stopped their

amusements to take a look at the venerable old man, who continued his road apparently unconscious that his presence was even heeded. The same, and even more marked attention was paid to him on the bench, not only by the bar, but by the public; and when he uttered any opinion, no matter on what subject, there was no necessity for commanding silence, which was the instantaneous result of an effort on his part to speak, and which was so complete, that a stranger, transported to the scene, might have imagined that his auditors had momentarily been deprived of speech as well as motion.

Having fulfilled throughout his long and useful life every duty both public and private, he departed for another and a better world, much too soon for the numerous and affectionate friends, which he left to mourn his departure. But the measure of his glory was full. Having nobly discharged every debt which any man could owe his friends, his family, and his country, he left a name imperishable in the annals of the land which gave him birth; and in whose service, he had constantly employed the lofty faculties with which he was endowed. We must believe, that the Supreme Being, having no longer any use

for his ministry on earth, released the imprisoned spirit, and as a reward for its toils permitted it to wing its flight to those bright and happy regions, for which it had long panted, and where alone it could expect to receive an adequate reward.

Among that brilliant galaxy of stars which adorns the legal firmament-the Cokes, the Hales, the Mansfields, and the Eldons, none will shine with a more resplendent, or purer, or more enduring lustre than that of the illustrious JOHN MARSHALL.

Beneath an aged oak, whose limbs old Time Had coated with his green gray moss, a man Was seated on the velvet sward. "What crime". As speaking to himself he so began

"O Heaven, have I before thee done?" His heart, Too big with wo, denied him further speech,

But to his deep gray eye hot tears did start,

And he drooped his head in anguish. In reach, Beside the solitary stranger, lay

An open letter, traced by hand so fairConceived by her whose smile to him was day; And yet her words had launched him in despair.

A broken sigh

Stole from his wounded heart, and on the wing Of a playful zephyr 'scaped to heaven.

'Twas mournful thus to see him mourn. The

spring

The very fountain whence all joys are given

To man, seemed broken, while his swelling soul, Convulsed with poignant grief, heaved up his breast In wild spasmodic measure. To control Such anguish, or to lull it into rest

Needs more than mortal power; for the heart Dependent of each impress on the mind, Cannot repose in calmness, but will start And tremble, like an aspen in the wind, At clouds of wo or sorrow. On his brow Sat genius-not arrayed in conscious pride. And pow'r-but all subdued and drooping now, As if o'erwhelm'd by the dark rolling tide Of cureless misery within his breast. "Twas not rejection of his proffered love

That robbed his bosom of its golden rest, For pride would lift his fervent heart above The sharp sting of passion unrequited ; The cause of that rejection was the blow

By which all his hopes and peace were blighted In deep and unextinguishable wo.

He was DEFORMED; and yet within his breast
Had wayward nature fixed the purest spring
Of virtue and of love:-a sad bequest,

Whose gentlest impulse woos its sharpest sting.