The celebrated preacher alluded to, has since fol-
lowed Mr. Eddy

to the silent grave;—they are both
removed beyond the sphere of human praise or cen-
sure, and we may safely leave them in the hands of
Him who judgeth righteously, and who alone knoweth
the secrets of all hearts.

When the mind is serene, there is nothing of the
value of life lost in pungent regret for hasty conduct
and irritable feelings, and nothing by the intoxica-
ting influence of inordinate joy. To one prepared to
be happy by religious philosophy and self-discipline,
bent on pursuing the even tenor of his way, curi-
osity, desire of knowledge, and love of fame, the
last infirmity of noble minds, are all subservient to
happiness.

Mr. Eddy

had fine powers of conversation. He
was gently animated in speaking in public or pri-
vate, and seemed to proceed with ease and fluency.
If his eloquence had nothing in it of the force of the
rapid stream, or the sweep of the tide, still it was
more difficult to resist; it was like the gentle drop-
pings whose continuance will wear away the stone.
He had no equal in managing a matter before a deli-
berative body. He watched the mollia tempora
fandi, and said no more than just what was wanted
for the occasion. He was unruffled when hardly
listened to, and sometimes rudely treated; but at the
next interview, it was seen that he had made an im-
pression on him, who had, perhaps, in a moment of
irritation, turned hastily away. Most minds are to
be won, if the suitor only knows the means, and
notices the proper seasons for his appliances.

He was conscious that he was acting for the pub-
lic good, and was therefore always self-possessed.

As a neighbour, Mr. Eddy

was kind and obliging,
and attentive to all the little courtesies of life, and
was loved and respected by those near him, which
cannot always be said even of those who are striving
to benefit mankind.