In Memoriam. - Mr. George Beach,

Died at Hartford, May 4th, 1860.     Aye, robe yourselves in black, light messengers     Whose letter'd faces to the people tell     The pulse and pressure of the passing hour.     'Tis fitting ye should sympathize with them,     And tint your tablets with a sable hue     Who bring them tidings of a loss so great.     What have they lost?                         An upright man, who scorn'd     All subterfuge, who faithful to his trust     Guarded the interests they so highly prized,     With power and zeal unchang'd, from youth to age.     Yet there's a sadder sound of bursting tears     From woe-worn helpless ones, from widow'd forms     O'er whom he threw a shelter, for his name     Long mingled with their prayers, both night and morn.     The Missionary toward the setting sun     Will miss his liberal hand that threw so wide     Its secret alms. The sons of want will miss     His noble presence moving thro' our streets     Intent on generous deeds; and in the Church     He loved so well, a silence and a chasm     Are where the fervent and responsive voice,     And kingly beauty of the hoary head     So long maintained their place.                         Sudden he sank,     Though not unwarn'd.                         A chosen band had kept     Watch through the night, and earnest love took note     Of every breath. But when approaching dawn     Kindled the east, and from the trees that bowered     His beautiful abode, awakening birds     Sent up their earliest carol, he went forth     To meet the glories of the unsetting sun,     And hear with unseal'd ear the song of heaven.     --So they who truest loved and deepest mourn'd,     Had highest call to praise, for best they knew     The soul that had gone home unto its God.