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Rh that of calmness and composure, mingled as it were with holy surprise." A pretty fancy we may call this; but who can doubt that it symbolized the simple truth? All who had ever known him loved him; but the love of the best of us grows cold before the might of Thine, O most merciful Father of us all. Thy judgments are like the great deep; but Thy righteousness standeth like the strong mountains.

O poets! from a maniac's tongue, was poured the deathless singing! O Christians! at your cross of hope, a hopeless hand was clinging! O men! this man, in brotherhood, your weary paths beguiling, Groaned inly while he taught you peace, and died while ye were smiling!

And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell, and darkness on the glory, And how, when one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He bore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted;

He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation, And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration: Nor ever shall he be, in praise, by wise or good forsaken; Named softly, as the household name of one whom God hath taken. Author:Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

He was buried on Saturday, May 2, in Dereham Church, in St. Edmund's Chapel: Mrs. Unwin is buried in the north aisle. Lady Hesketh had a monument erected to him, for which Hayley wrote the following inscription:—

Ye, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents, dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name: Sense, fancy, wit, suffice not all to raise So clear a title to affection's praise: His highest honours to the heart belong; His virtues form'd the magic of his song.