Nature I loved, and next to nature, art.
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life:
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

[Walter Savage Landor

LIFE

As a shaft that is sped from a bow unseen to an unseen mark,
As a bird that gleams in the firelight, and hurries from dark to dark,
As the face of the stranger who smiled as we passed in the crowded
street,--
Our life is a glimmer, a flutter, a memory, fading, yet sweet!

[William Cranston Lawton

EPIGRAM ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD FORBES.

Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showed him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

[Sydney Dobell

ON LONGFELLOW'S DEATH

No puissant singer he, whose silence grieves
To-day the great West's tender heart and strong;
No singer vast of voice: yet one who leaves
His native air the sweeter for his song.

[William Watson

DANIEL WEBSTER

We have no high cathedral for his rest,
Dim with proud banners and the dust of years;
All we can give him is New England's breast
To lay his head on--and his country's tears.

[Thomas William Parsons

EUGENE FIELD

Fades his calm face beyond our mortal ken,
Lost in the light of lovelier realms above;
He left sweet memories in the hearts of men
And climbed to God on little children's love.

[Frank L. Stanton

THE DEBTOR CHRIST

_Quid Mihi Et Tibi_

What, woman, is my debt to thee,
That I should not deny
The boon thou dost demand of me?
"I gave thee power to die."

[John B. Tabb

TWO SPIRITS

A spirit above and a spirit below,
A spirit of joy and a spirit of woe;
The spirit above is the spirit di