And heavily heaved on the gloomy sea,

The ship that sheltered that homeless one

As though his funeral-hour should be

When the waves were still and the winds were gone.

And there he lay, in his coarse, cold shroud—
And strangers were round the coffinless :
Not a kinsman was seen among that crowd,
Not an eye to weep, nor a lip to bless.

No sound from the church's passing bell
Was echoed along the pathless deep,
The hearts that were far away to tell
Where the mariner lies, in his lasting sleep.

Not a whisper then lingered upon the air

O'er his body, one moment, his messmates bent; But the plunging sound of the dead was there— And the ocean is now his monument!

But many a sigh, and many a tear,

Shall be breathed, and shed, in the hours to comeWhen the widow and fatherless shall hear

How he died, far, far from his happy home!

The

A writer in the Boston Morning Post says: "We find it impossible to realize the melancholy fact in its full extent, that FINN IS NO MORE. poet, wit, actor, painter, and author-the only legitimate representative of so many of the richest characters of the drama-the finished artistat home in every department of his professionof humor inexhaustible-of versatility unbounded -well may the children of the stage lament the

loss of one of its brightest ornaments. It will be long ere we shall look upon his like again.

"But it is not only as a professional man that we deplore his premature decease. As a personal friend with whom we have pleasantly travelled a long way over the road of existence, we repine at his sudden exit. He is associated with the recollections of many scenes of hilarity and social enjoyment, which now come thronging back to our memory with painful distinctness. As a member of society, he was faultless in the performance of all the duties which pertain to that character. In all the tender relations of consanguinity, his bearing was exemplary.

"In his private intercourse, Finn was grave, unobtrusive, and reserved. With an exterior of great comic humor, his thoughts and conversation were naturally of a serious cast. He possessed not that flow of animal spirits which many would suppose from the richness of his stage delineations. But he was always cheerful and kind in his bearing, courteous and respectful to all, assuming nothing and yielding every thing; more prone to be a listener than a talker, and taking more pleasure in seeing others shine than in attempting to shine himself. He was domestic in all his habits

and feelings.

"Finn was eminently a favorite with the press. Originally attached to it as the editor of a newspaper, it has constantly been his gratification, to

employ moments snatched from the toil of his profession, to enliven the spirit of the public prints. There was nothing harsh or vindictive in his disposition or his writings. His jokes, though always pointed, had no power to wound, and we doubt if he ever hurt the feelings of a human being. The elements were kindly mixed up in him, and no provocation could arouse him to bitter resentment. Neither the taunts of professional jealousy, nor the injustice of heedless criticism, could disturb the equanimity of his temper. As a writer of humorous songs, Finn possessed talents as happy as they were rare. Our readers may recall several of them-his Fireman's song-his song at the Tariff dinnerat School dinners-at Horticultural celebrations -and, more recently, at the Mechanics' festival.

"As a genteel comedian, he was also held in the highest estimation, and had he reserved himself for what is technically called the upper walks of the profession, he would have continued a dramatic star of no ordinary magnitude. But when, in England, the sun of tragedy set with the extinction of Kean, and the eccentric orb of Liston arose on the theatrical horizon, Finn's versatility enabled him to conform to the change in the public taste, and to take possession of, and hold on this continent without a rival, a line of character of which Liston was the original and end in the mother country. All these rich and humorous

personifications of character are now lost to the stage: Beau Shatterly, Bobby Buckhorse, Bobby Trott, Dr. Logic, Billy Black, Mons. Jacques, Old Garbois, Paul Pry, and a host of others, peculiarly his own, and in which no other person can be tolerated while memory holds her seat. All these old and valuable stage acquaintances sunk beneath the wave with him, and were swallowed up forever. But why dwell on the catalógue of lost treasures, and torture the heart with unavailing regrets!

"Burke said of Garrick, that 'his death eclipsed the gaiety of nations.' But probably the announcement of his decease did not bring a pang to more bosoms than will be touched by the mournful relation of the fate of FINN."

REV. ELIHU W. BALDWIN, D. D.

BY JOSEPH H. MYERS.

IN essaying a sketch of this eminent and good man, we treat of one greatly beloved by many hundreds in this city, with whom he was long associated as a Christian teacher and pastor.

But our object is not so much to detail the events of his life, in so far as it was passed in the ordinary labors of the ministry, for this has already been competently done by several of his brethren,*-as to record briefly that peculiar service which he performed, while as a pioneer, in the remote West, and, at an earlier period, in the eastern suburbs of our city, he prepared the way, and aided to introduce and extend the benefits of knowledge and the blessings of the Christian faith. The character of Dr. BALDWIN it is well to know in these aspects of it, for he is to be numbered with those who have done a good work in forming communities, and building up their great institutions.

The Reverend Elihu W. Baldwin, D. D., late President of Wabash College, was born at Dur

* To these articles we are greatly indebted for the materials of this sketch.