In Memoriam

ERINGTON ORDE D

OUNG hero! from us thou hast fled:

I'll weave a garland for thy head,
Soft tears of tribute I will bring,
And flowers that keep eternal spring.

Dear human brother! bright and brave!
For thou didst wrestle with the wave;
And, trusting in His sacred Word,
Didst lend thy life unto the Lord.

Yes thou didst give thyself that day,
In saving others cast away;
And when our life we freely give,
Immortal Memory bids us live.

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IN MEMORIAM.

For, filled with an expansive love,
In the deep water-world that strove
And conquered thee, thy body sank
Among the oozy forests rank.

But from the cumber of its clay
Thy soul ennobled soared away
To its white niche of glory high,
Past the blue veil that drapes the sky.

The river rolled in sadder pride

The bitter day that hero died;

And vaster volumes of the wave

Swept wildly o'er his watery grave.

CANDIDUS.

be Outcast's Home.

J

HAD a brother whom I loved,

But he is in the cold, cold grave: He died beyond the briny flood

Of Ocean's wave.

I never knew a father's care,

I never felt a mother's love,

They both were taken from this earth

To Heaven above.

This heart is like the autumnal leaf,

And seared by many a secret woe.

I never find the least relief,

Where'er I go.

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THE OUTCAST'S HOME.

I've roamed this earth for many a year,

And I must do so till my death;

Yet I will never steal nor beg,

While I have breath.

But when I upward turn mine eyes,
A fairer land appears:

A land where God will give me joy,

And dry my tears.

EXETER COLL., OXFORD.

P. W. L.

AM not rich, I am not poor,

I need not borrow-cannot lend,
I've lodgings on the second floor,
A glass of claret for a friend;
A dozen pictures on my wall,

But only framed in simple bead;
And there, and thus, a life-I call
A very cozy one—I lead.

I have a dog upon my rug,

A bird beside my window hangs,
Hard by a cat has quarters snug,

And never shows her claws or fangs.
'Mid books and papers, strewed about,

I know where what I want to find:
Amanda would declare the rout
Enough to drive her from her mind.

VOL. VII.

H