Died At Hartford, November, 1861. The Knot Of Crape Upon Yon Stately Door, And Sadness Brooding O'Er The Sun-Bright Halls, What Do They Signify? Death Hath Been There Where Truth And Goodness Hand In Hand With Love Walk'D For So Many Years. Death Hath Been There, To Do Mid Flowing Tears His Mighty Work, Extinguishing The Tyranny Of Pain And Taking The Immortal Essence Home Where It Would Be. Yet Is There Left Behind A Transcript That We Cherish, And A Chasm We Have No Power To Fill. Almost It Seems That We Beheld Him Still, With Quiet Step Moving Among Us, Saintly And Serene, Clear-Sighted, Upright, Held In High Regard, Yet Meekly Unambitious, Seeking Nought Of Windy Honor From The Mouth Of Men But With The Gospel'S Perfect Code Content, Breathing Good-Will To All. Freely His Wealth Wrought Blessed Channels Mid The Sons Of Need, Lending Philanthropy And Piety A Stronger Impulse In Their Mission-Course To Ameliorate And Save. So, Thus Intent On Higher Deeds And Aims Than Earth Supplies, An Adept In That True Philosophy Learnt Only In Christ'S School, He Calmly Went Unto His Master And The Class Above.