envy. Intellectual exercise of every kind was perfectly familiar to him; and lie could, with equal ease and without premeditation, enter into solid and elaborate argument or sport in all the luxuriance of fiction. Mild, retiring, and amiable, his manners had a simplicity and unobtrusiveness and his conversation a sweetness that cannot soon be for gotten by his friends. With great colloquial powers and inexhaustible stores of knowledge, he would frequently listen and modestly receive from others what he was much better qualified to give. No one enjoyed with a keener relish the delights of social intercourse; but it was in the converse of the domestic circle that his gratification was complete. He enjoyed the singular felicity of numbering among his best friends his relations by marriage as well as by birth, by whom his memory is cherished with the warmest affection and reverence. The literature of America owes him much, and our countrymen will do justice to the merits of one equally entitled to the admiration of the mind and the homage of the heart.
Note.—Mr. Brown left four children. The youngest son, Eugene Linn Brown, died of consumption on the 1st of April, 1824, in the seventeenth year of his age. Of this boy much could be told. In love of knowledge, in capacity for acquiring it, and in every endearing virtue of the heart, he resembled his fetter. He is now mingling with kindred spirits.
