While round his bead a loving wife
In sorrow heard each changing tale.

His voice that was true to his countryNo more will be heard through the halls When congress assembles for duty,Where justice should ring o'er its walls.

This is a privilege all may speak

A sacred grief where all had part;Where sorrow saddened every brow, And flowed through every aching heart.

Kansas wept; her grief was great.

She mourned a son, noble, kind, true and

serene.

He stayed!—we watched the uncertain doom.

He fell what mourning clothed the scene!

Pale on his couch the sufferer lay;

'Twas a weary battle-ground of pain.

Love watched his pillow: science tried
Her every art-but all, alas! in vain!

Ah! could the grief of all that mourned
Blend in one voice its solemn cry,

The wail would reach from shore to shore;
The echo sound from sky to sky.

Twas not our nation to decide

Whom death shall claim, or skill shall

save.

Though Haskell's life by God denied,
It gave our state a noble grave.

Farewell! farewell to that noble son!
We wonder why he was cut down;-
But Enoch walked with God, we're told,
And at noon was borne into the fold.

PART II.

PATRIOTIC.

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