...thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair lias sought tho grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh what a noble heart was here undone When Science' self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit : She sowed the seeds, but Death has reaped...

...its spring, And thy young muse just waved its joyous wing, The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh!...a noble heart was here undone, When Science 'self destroy'd her favorite son! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sow'd the seeds, but death...

...her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and, all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave, to sleep forever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, . She sowed the seeds, but Death has reaped...

...questionable whether Byron does not pursue his metaphor too far in his noble lines on Kirke White : Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone When Science' self destroyed her favourite son! YLS, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. 'Twas...

...left to mourn him. Oh, what a noble heart was here undone. When Science self-destroyed her favoritu son. Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit:...She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. 'Twos thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. Mr. Speaker,...

...had sounded an immortal lay. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone. When Science' self destroy d be, or be nothing ; But never more — oh ! never, never more, O'er t sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd theV *- fniit. / 'Twos thine own genius gave the final blow,...

...its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh...heart was here undone When Science' self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit : She sowed the seeds, but Death has reaped...

...culture, and advancement of our fellow-men, in the knowledge of all truth. EULOGY BY HENRY EDWARDS. " O ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science self destroyed her favourite son." From a seat of learning in the North has gone forth a wail of sorrow, a wail which echoes not only...

...her glorious wing. The spoiler swept that soaring Lyre away. Which else had sounded an immortal lay. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone. When Science...She sowed the seeds, but Death has reaped the fruit, etc. (English Hants and Scolch Reriaucrs) 11:831-8. If not an instance of Byronism, it is at least...

...his life-work. " Oh, what a noble heart was here undone, When Science's self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit...She sowed the seeds, but Death has reaped the fruit. " Professor Root was succeeded by Dr. Marshall Henshaw, not, however, with the title of professor of...