In Memoriam. - Rev. Dr. James W. Alexander,

Pastor of the Fifth Avenue Church, New York, died at the Virginia Springs, July, 1859.     The great and good. How startling is the knell     That tells he is but dust.                         The echo comes     From where Virginia's health-reviving springs     Make many whole. But waiting there for him     The dark-winged angel who doth come but once,     Troubled the waters, and his latest breath     Fled, where his first was drawn.                         That noble brow     So mark'd with intellect, so clear with truth,     Grave in its goodness, in its love serene,     Will it be seen no more?                         That earnest voice     Filling the Temple-arch so gloriously,     With themes of import to the undying soul     Enforced by power of fervid eloquence     Is it forever mute?                         That mind so rich     With varied learning and with classic lore,     Studious, progressive, affluent, profound,     That feeling heart, instinct with sympathy     For the world's family of grief and pain,     The dark in feature, or the lost in sin,     Say, are their treasures lost?                         No, on the page     Of many a tome, traced by his tireless pen     They live and brighten for a race to come,     Prompting the wise, cheering the sorrowful,     And for the little children whom he loved     Meting out fitting words, like dewy pearls     Glittering along their path.                         His chief delight     Was in his Master's work. How well performed     Speak ye whose feet upon Salvation's rock     Were planted through his prayers. His zeal involved     No element of self, but hand in hand     Walk'd with humility. He needeth not     Praise from our mortal lips. The monuments     Of bronze or marble, what are they to him     Who hath his firm abode above the stars?     --Yet may the people mourn, may freshly keep     The transcript of his life, nor wrongly ask     "When shall we look upon his like again?"