But, O, her heart as bland I call The love of such a heart would be J. M-Y. MR. OLDSCHOOL, Should the following poetic tribute to the memory of a worthy minister of the Society of Friends be deemed eligible to a place in your invaluable Port Folio, the insertion of it, I doubt not, will gratify no small portion of your readers. It is the production of a lady of this city; and is offered you in its original dress. S. TO THE MEMORY OF MY MUCH ESTEEMED FRIEND, DANIEL STANTON, WHO EXCHANGED THIS LIFE FOR A BETTER, JUNE 28th, 1770. Know ye that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day, in Israel. 2 Sam. iii. 38. If I be not an apostle to others, yet doubtless I am to you, for the seal of mine apostleship are ye in the Lord. 1 Cor. ix. 2. I need invoke no fabled Muse, to mourn Since, in this stroke, no common stroke is found, A public loss! a painful, bleeding wound; A faithful labourer in his Master's cause; A firm asserter of Messiah's laws. A steady watchman, careful to alarm And rouse the camp to action and to arm, To arm the soul against its mortal foe, A powerful teacher and a Christian friend; And oh! to us, the apostle of our day! Where shall we meet with such a kindred mind? Still pressing forward with a heart resigned, He shares the fulness of Messiah's love. MORTUARY.-FOR THE PORT FOLIO. Died, on the 13th of Jan. Mrs. ABIGAIL ENGLESBY, in the 28th year of her age, wife of E. J. ENGLESBY, Esq. It is our melancholy duty to record the death of but few, who possessed so much and such intrinsic worth as Mrs. Englesby. As a companion, she was amiable and interesting; as a friend, sincere and constant, and as a parent faithful and affectionate. She possessed all those excellent qualities, which render the lovely female endearing to her friends, and useful to society. She sustained her several relations in life with much propriety; and was one of the brightest ornaments of the little circle, which composes the society of this village. She possessed "A mind in wisdom old, in lenience young, From fervent truth where every virtue sprung; Worth above show, and goodness unsevere." In her early death, her friends have sustained an irreparable loss, Our re "A friend, when dead, is but removed from sight, And when the parting storms of life are o'er May yet rejoin us on a happier shore." Burlington, January 20, 1813. Died on board the U. S. frigate Constitution at sea, 28th January, of wounds received in the action with the Java, Lieut. John Cushing Aylwin, of the U. S. navy. He entered the service about the time war was declared, as a sailing master, and was promoted to a lieutenancy for his gallant conduct in the action with the Guerriere. He was an officer of great merit, much esteemed by all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance. In his death, our country has suffered a great loss; his friends a painful deprivation. He had seen much of the world, and improved his opportunities of observation-possessed a strong mind, with great benevolence of disposition. In the action with the Guerriere he stood on an elevated situation by the side of his brave comrades Morris and Bush, at the time the two vessels came in contact, and was wounded in the left shoulder with a musket ball. In the late action he commanded the forecastle division, and his bravery, and marked coolness throughout the contest, gained him the admiration of his commander, and all who had an opportunity of witnessing him. When boarders were called to repel boarders, he mounted the quarter deck hammock cloths, and, in the act of firing his pistols at the enemy, he received a ball through the same shoulder. Notwithstanding the serious nature of his wound, he continued at his post until the enemy had struck; and even then did not make known to the surgeon his own situation, nor until all the wounded had been dressed. His zeal and courage did not forsake him in his last moments: for a few days after the action, although labouring under considerable debility, and the most excruciating pain, he left his state room, and repaired to quarters, when an engagement was expected with a ship, which after wards proved to be the Hornet. He bore his pain with great and unusual fortitude, and expired without a groan. “A dauntless soul creet, who smiled on death.” |