red not thee.
Bereaved, health-broken, still that patient smile
Wreathed the pale lips which never greed or guile
Shaped to hypocrisy.

A saintly-hearted wit, a satirist pure,
Mover of mirth spontaneous as sure,
And innocent as mad;
Incongruous freak and frolic phantasy
Were thy familiar spirits, quickening glee
And wakening laughter glad.

Dainty as _Ariel_, yet as _Puck_ profuse
Of the "preposterous," was that wit, whose use
Was ever held "within
The limits of becoming mirth." His whim
Never shy delicacy's glance could dim,
Or move the cynic grin.

But that fate's hampering hand lay on him long
He might have won in drama and in song
A more enduring name.
But he is gone, the gentle, loyal, just,
Whence all these things fall earthward with the dust
Of fleeting earthly fame.

Gone from our hoard, gone from the home he loved!
With what compassion are his comrades moved
For those who sit alone
With memories of him! Gracious memories all!
A thought to lighten, like that flower, his pall,
And hush love's troubled moan.

Farewell, fine spirit! To be owned thy friend
Was something to illume the unwelcome end
Of comradeship below.
A loving memory long our board will grace,
In fancy, with that sweet ascetic face.
That brow's benignant glow.

* * * * *

RHYME AT RHYL.

(_BY A LISTENING LAYMAN._)

If Cleric Congresses could only care
A little less for the mere Church and Steeple,
Parochial pomp and power in lion's share,
And have one aim--to purify the People,
They need not shrink from Disestablishment,
Or any other secular enormity;
Unselfish love of Man destroys Dissent,
True Charity provokes no Nonconformity.

* * * * *

THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.

NO. XI.

SCENE--_A Balcony outside the Musik-Saal of the Insel Hotel,
Constance. Miss PRENDERGAST is seated; CULCHARD is leaning
against the railing close by. It is about nine; the moon has
risen, big and yellow, behind the mountains at the further
end of the lake; small black boats are shooting in and out of
her track upon the water; the beat of the steamers' paddles
is heard as they come into harbour. CULCHARD has just
proposed._

_Miss Prendergast_ (_after a silence_). I have always felt very
strongly with RUSKIN, that no g