15 SEPTEMBER 1877, Page 14

IN MEMORIAM.—J. L. S.

BESIDE the waves that lap the Langland shore

I linger, or with gentle effort stray Up the steep foot-tracks winding round the bay, And hearken to the solemn billows' roar.

Whatever paths my pensive steps explore,—

The glowing sands, the seaward slopes, the grey And furrowed reefs, washed by the white salt spray, Much the familiar earth, wide ocean more, Recall my lost companion,—wont to share These lovely scenes and charm the hours away.

His spirit, which all pains could bravely bear, Nor stint one kindly word or mirthful ray, Playful and wise, modest with learning rare, Cheered like the sun that cheers these waves to-day.