TO
THE
MEMORY
OF
THE
LATE
CAPTAIN
T.
H.
ABBOTT
.
This
officer
was
imprisoned
for
money
laid
out
on
account
of
Government
,
when
he
commanded
in
Florida
.
About
an
hour
before
his
death
an
express
arrived
with
the
news
of
his
having
succeeded
to
800l
.
per
annum
.
RESPECTFULLY
ADDRESSED
TO
THE
OFFICERS
OF
THE
ARTILLERY
.
From
dreary
scenes
low
prostrate
on
the
ground
,
Where
anguish
rages
with
a
gloom
profound
;
Where
poverty
in
ev'ry
form
appears
,
To
chill
a
wretched
prisoner
with
fears
,
A
spirit
fled
;
the
brave
,
undaunted
mind
Smil'd
at
despair
,
and
left
its
load
behind
;
Oh
!
Henry
,
must
thou
undistinguish'd
lie
,
Sunk
,
unremember'd
all
thy
virtues
die
;
And
will
no
friend
whom
all
those
virtues
made
,
Pay
a
just
tribute
to
thy
parting
shade
?
Yes
,
I'm
that
friend
;
accept
the
pitying
tear
,
The
kindest
offering
of
an
heart
sincere
;
Oh
!
take
it
then
from
her
you
once
approv'd
,
The
friend
you
honour'd
,
and
the
maid
you
lov'd
;
Benignant
shade
!
Oh
!
yet
one
glance
bestow
,
I'll
guard
thy
memory
,
and
indulge
my
woe
;
How
hard
thy
fate
!
from
peace
,
from
pleasure
torn
,
Doom'd
to
imprisonment
,
in
want
to
mourn
;
On
the
damp
earth
expos'd
,
thy
gallant
breast
With
sickness
,
anguish
,
pining
care
opprest
;
Too
proud
for
pity
,
conscious
of
the
past
,
Forgot
,
unheeded
even
to
the
last
,
Thou
found'st
no
friend
to
close
thy
dying
eye
,
To
anxious
watch
the
unrepeated
sigh
;
No
gentle
hand
thy
later
wants
reliev'd
,
Nor
cordial
drop
thy
closing
lips
receiv'd
But
lost
,
neglected
,
unrewarded
died
,
A
man
in
whom
the
virtues
did
reside
:
Ye
brave
companions
of
his
happier
days
,
Oh
!
aid
my
feeble
voice
to
speak
his
praise
;
He
once
was
leader
of
a
chosen
band
,
And
carried
conquest
thro'
a
foreign
land
;
Lov'd
by
his
equals
,
to
his
soldiers
dear
,
To
each
forgiving
,
to
himself
severe
His
mild
compassion
chear'd
the
wretch's
fate
,
But
unregarded
was
his
suffering
fate
,
Till
death
,
more
kind
than
country
,
friends
,
or
king
,
Shelter'd
his
sorrows
with
his
fable
wing
:
Pardon
,
ye
brave
!
long
,
long
did
ye
protect
That
injur'd
worth
his
country
did
neglect
;
Then
join
with
me
the
kind
embalming
tear
,
For
Henry's
fate
deserves
a
pang
sincere
;
And
may
thy
rest
be
sweet
,
thou
good
and
brave
!
Bright
honor
rear
her
standard
o'er
thy
grave
;
And
though
no
marble
may
adorn
the
spot
,
A
name
so
honor'd
cannot
be
forgot
;
Dear
to
the
soldier
,
by
the
good
approv'd
,
Sacred
to
friends
,
and
by
relations
lov'd
.
And
Oh
!
blest
spirit
!
gracious
and
benign
,
O'er
all
my
ways
Oh
!
let
thy
influence
shine
:
Pure
,
unimpassion'd
now
thy
care
extend
,
And
be
my
guardian
,
comforter
,
and
friend
:
Direct
the
good
,
the
shafts
of
ill
repel
,
Till
I
shall
bid
each
earthly
bliss
farewel
;
Then
may
thy
spirit
welcome
mine
above
To
the
bright
regions
of
seraphic
love
.