In Memoriam. - Mr. John Warburton,

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.