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[for the Richmond Dispatch]
in Memoriam.

Instances of a life-long and unbroken friendship are of rare occurrence. I knew a noble example of such devotion — a friendship which though severely tested, had never been impaired by even great misfortunes, and which furnished one of those beautiful and touching exemplifications of the fidelity of the feelings as they exist in a few chosen become, that would have carried to the heart of Virgil delight great as his wonder — wonder to discover that in real life there are sometimes to be found the materials for that picture of a devoted friendship which he has handed down to us — but for which he had to draw upon his imagination-- the chief features of which we are in the habit of regarding as me, a reflection from the prismatic colors of a fancy as divine on the virtue commemorates.

The casual resperusal of a letter addressed to the author by one of the alluded to, a few months prior to his death, brought to mind the associate memory of his noble hearted and gallant friend, and gave rise to the lines that follow which seemed to flow spontaneously from the men as if improvised by a deep grief renewed; for to the writer, also, was this beloved friend endeared not alone by the ties of blood, but by the almost hourly exhibition of gentle and generous qualities united to the highest personal intrepidity.

In Memoriam.

‘ Thou didn't not live to see,
Engulfed in horrors dark,
The agony
The quenched that grand soul's spark!
Thou with that gentle breast,
Thyself had sunk to rest.

Affection, taught to weep
'ver lov'd early graves,
Was spared that flashing deep,
Those midnight waves,
That sweet him from the dack;
With those proud palsies still
At play — a sudden wreck!
That nigh mind and that strong will ?

Features scarce to chel by time--
The waning, still beautiful!
Eyes, with their light sublime,
That spirits' noel rutel
God ! aren't such gift, divine,
An effluence from thy holy light?
Souls with which angels twine
Their intelligence so bright!

Hearts warm as their own love,
Like leaves upon the wind,
That sweeps the nal grove--
Gone, without one trace behind!
But thou, remembered first,
Friend of his youth — in age
Lulibing love as erst,
It warmed the mutual page

That spade two hearts between--
The book was shut from thee,
The agoning scene
Of hee gulping sea!
For sure thy gentle heart
Had broken o'er that wave
Which tore hat like apart!
Yes thou wasn't in thy grave.

Happy in deep repose,
The night shuts out thy friend--
Happy! when morning glows,
His footsteps to attend--
Morning that knows no night,
Upon oat happier shore,
Reveals him to thy sight,
Living — to die no more!

J. W. S.
Indianola, Texas, May 25, 1861.

*The parties were Gen Jas Hamilton and Col. Parnard Bee of south Carolina. The former was lost at sea, the latter died before his beloved friend.

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