Society he was a Professor in Harvard University, honored for his
genius, learning, and estimable character. His love of liberty and
hatred of oppression led him to seek an interview with Garrison and
express his sympathy with him. Soon after, he attended a meeting of
the New England Anti-Slavery Society. An able speech was made by
Rev. A. A. Phelps, and a letter of mine addressed to the Secretary
of the Society was read. Whereupon he rose and stated that his
views were in unison with those of the Society, and that after
hearing the speech and the letter, he was ready to join it, and
abide the probable consequences of such an unpopular act. He lost
by so doing his professorship. He was an able member of the
Executive Committee of the American Anti-Slavery Society. He
perished in the ill-fated steamer Lexington, which was burned on
its passage from New York, January 13, 1840. The few writings left
behind him show him to have been a profound thinker of rare
spiritual insight.

Friend of my soul! as with moist eye
I look up from this page of thine,
Is it a dream that thou art nigh,
Thy mild face gazing into mine?

That presence seems before me now,
A placid heaven of sweet moonrise,
When, dew-like, on the earth below
Descends the quiet of the skies.

The calm brow through the parted hair,
The gentle lips which knew no guile,
Softening the blue eye's thoughtful care