ile again;
And still the thought I will not brook,
That I must look in vain!
But when I speak thou dost not say,
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
And now I feel, as well I may,
Sweet Mary! thou art dead!

"If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold, and all serene--
I still might press thy silent heart,
And where thy smiles have been!
While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own;
But there I lay thee in thy grave--
And I am now alone.

"I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart,
In thinking too of thee:
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore."

His friends asked him whether he had any real incident in his mind which
suggested the stanzas; he said, "he had not; but that he had sung the
air over and over, till he burst into a flood of tears, in which mood he
composed the words."

In the first year of Mr. Wolfe's attendance at the university, death
took his mother, to whom he was most affectionately attached--an event
which for some time interrupted his studies, and when he resumed them,
he did not manifest much inclination to apply himself to the exact
sciences. Here, however, that kindness of disposition which made him
more useful to others than to himself, and induced him to neglect his
own interests, and lend himself to those of his friends with an almost
fatal facility, came to his aid, and stood him in good stead. The desire
to assist a less gifted acquaintance impelled him to study more
strenuously than he would have done, for his own benefit, and had the
effect of so drawing out his own talents for scientific pursuits, that
at an examination upon the severer sciences he carried away the prize
from a host of talented candidates. Soon after, when his straitened
circumstances induced him to become a college tutor, he found the
benefit of his scientific acquirements; but in that capacity his
amiability of character was a disadvantage to him, for he was so anxious
for the progress of his pupils, and so prodigal of his time and labor
upon them, that he had but little opportunity for his own studies, or
for relaxation.

After the usual period at the university, Mr. Wolfe took a scholarship,
with the highest honors, and went into reside