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noon was the shrine containing the mortal remains of that glorious spirit, slowly and solemnly, in the deepest silence, borne down the broad gravel walk, followed by us his mourning friends, who had but lately known him in earth, but who hoped to meet him in the Father's Mansions above. The bearers wound along a shady walk, which his foot had doubtless often trodden, and there deposited their sacred burden in the appointed resting place! No voice ventured to express the deep thoughts which must have filled every breast ! Who could have spoken over such a grave ?' afterwards said JOHN FOSTER.

“On returning to the breakfast room, my Father expressed a wish to read to all present what he felt to be in harmony with the occasion, and to my surprise and confusion he read these sonnets, in which I had endeavoured to express my feelings, however inadequately. Then we separated to our homes."

The following sonnets are those composed after the death of the Rajah, and read by Dr. CARPENTER on that solemn occasion :

SONNETS

ON THE INTERMENT

OF THE

RAJAH, RAMMOHUN ROY,

AT STAPLETON GROVE,

FRIDAY, the 18th of October, 1833.

I.

The Nation sat in darkness; for the night

Of pagan gloom was o'er it:-Thou wast born

Midst superstition's ignorance forlorn :
Yet in thy breast there glow'd a heavenly light
Of purest truth and love; and to thy sight

Appear'd the day-star of approaching morn.

What ardent zeal did then thy life adorn, From deep degrading guilt to lead aright Thy fallen people; to direct their view

To that bless'd Sun of Righteousness, whence beams Guidance to all that seek it-faithful-true;

To call them to the Saviour's living streams. The cities of the East have heard thy voice“ Nations behold your God! rejoice-rejoice."

Is. xl. 9.

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II.

Exil'd from home, e'en in thy earliest youth,

The healing balm of woman's love was pour'd

Into thy troubled breast: and thence were stor’d
Deep springs of gratitude and pitying ruth.-
To lead thy race to that primeval truth

Which, bright and pure, on all alike bestow'd,

Points heavenward ; and to guide them on the road
Of Christian faith-was thine: but yet to soothe
Neglected woman; to assert her right

To drink of wells of everlasting life;
To snatch her, trembling midst the dismal night

Of pagan horrors, from the fiery strife
Of dark-soul'd zealots—this must wake our love,
This fervent raise our thanks for thee above.

III.

Far from thy native clime, a sea-girt land

Sits thron'd among the nations ;-in the breasts

Of all her sons immortal Freedom rests ;
And of her patriots many a holy band
Have sought to rouse the world from the command

Of that debasing Tyrant who detests

The reign of truth and love. At their behests
The slave is free; and Superstition's hand
Sinks powerless.-Hitherward thy steps were bent

To seek free commune with each kindred soul,
Whose highest powers are ever willing lent

To free their race from folly's dark controul. To our blest Isle thou didst with transport come : Here hast thou found thy last, thy silent home.

IV.

Thy work thou didst fulfil while yet 'twas day;

And still right-onward towards thy beacon tend

With faith and zeal. And now thy footsteps bend Where Christian friendship offers thee the stay Of sympathy and love. But who shall say

What joy was ours, the eager ear to lend

To all thy accents, and thy steps attend ?-
The Angel of the Lord hath call’d away
His faithful servant, at the evening hour,

While glowing tints still gild the western sky.
Yet though around our hearts dark sorrows lour,

And tears of sad regret must dim the eye,
We mourn not without hope. Thy race is run,
Enter thy rest! Servant of God—“ Well done”!

V.

from us ;

Bright hopes of immortality were given

To guide thy dubious footsteps, and to cheer

Thine earthly pilgrimage. How firm and clear Arose thy faith, that as the Lord hath risen, So all his followers shall meet in heaven ! Thou art gone

but thy memory, dear To all that knew thee, fades not: still we hear And see thee yet as with us :--ne’er are riven The bands of Christian love !—Thy mortal frame

With us is laid in holy silent rest: Thy spirit is immortal; and thy name

Shall by thy countrymen be ever blest. E'en from the tomb thy words with power shall rise, Shall touch their hearts, and bear them to the skies.

CHAPTER I V.

TRIBUTES TO THE RAJAH'S MEMORY.

It was indeed an appalling event,-a deeply affecting dispensation of Providence, which so unexpectedly deprived India of her noble son, and the world of one of the most remarkable men which the century has produced.

The hopes of all who loved mankind, and who felt an especial interest in that great country which had become so closely connected with our own, had been raised to very high expectation by the steady unwavering progress of the great Hindoo Reformer. Having watched him at a distance with high admiration, we had the privilege of receiving him into our homes and our social circles ;we had seen him in the midst of the attractions of our capital, steadily keeping in view his great object of promoting the welfare of his country, and making the gratification of any private wishes yield to this. We had witnessed his intense interest in the general diffusion of free principles, especially in England, a country whose destiny must so materially influence the

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