father observed her affliction in commisseration with his own,--he
was dejected and lonely, and the world appeared like a wilderness;
nothing could lessen his present evil, or soothe his afflicted mind.

The former peaceful serenity of his life was materially clouded; and in
his turn calamitous wo had overtaken him--the inalienable portion of
humanity,--and the varied and shifting scenery in the great drama of
time had brought with it disaster. His spirit was sunk in despondency,
and his sensations became utterly absorbed in melancholy; and all the
pious and philosophical reflections that he exerted himself to bring to
his remembrance, could scarcely afford even a transitory consolation in
this afflicting dispensation.

From foreign lands the tidings borne,
With pain to wake a parent's anguish,
O, brother dear, beloved of all,
For thee a brother's heart must languish.

"That eye of brightness glows no more,
That beaming glance in night is clouded;"
On Maracaibo's distant shore,
"In death's dark cell untimely shrouded."

Alas! for him no kindred near
In hopes to minister relief;
He sees no tear of pity shed,
He sees no parents' anxious grief.

And as still evening came on,
In saddest solitude and tears,
His thoughts would turn on distant home,
On peaceful scenes and happier years.

He thought, too, what a favour'd clime
His gallant bark had left behind;
He thought how science there, sublime,
Beam'd her full radiance on the mind.

Though destined in a stranger's land,
Detain'd from all he held most dear,
Yet one kind hand, benevolent,
Was found the gloomy hours to cheer.

O, how consoling is the eye
Of him who comes to soothe our woes;
O, what relief those cares supply
Which a kind, watchful friend bestows.

When from this hand full well he found
How much can lenient kindness do
The generous Briton strives with care
His drooping spirits to renew.

Yes, stranger, thou wast kind, humane,
With quick assistance prompt to move;
To ease the lingering hours of pain,
In pity's kind endeavour strove.

When sickness o'er thy pallid cheek
Had stole the lustre from thine eye,
When near the doubtful crisis drew,
And life approach'd its latest sigh,--

He moved thee to his own retreat,
In his own mansion watch'd thee there;
Around thy couch he still remained,
Thy drooping heart