POETRY.
HEU MISERANDE PURR.
"Tars will recall us," FO we inured of yore,
As the young faces of our boys we scanned, "When our last form is taught, our labour o'er, And we have passed into the Silent Lend.
Meeting by chance, amid the ebb and flow Of some great busy city's restless sea, They'll say, ' Do you remember So-and-So, His mingled sapience and simplicity?'
And memory, in her customary wise, Will fashion many as legend, balf-beliered, What pranks were played beneath our trusting eyes, How bright wo thought ourselves when most deceived.
Yet not ungently they touch the dead; A sign, a hint, will now and then intrude (So will the years their mellowing influence shed) Of tolerance, of lore, of gratitude.
Ile taught me this or that, the eye for style, The beauty hidden in some foreign speech; Or if he taught me not' (with kindly smile) 'At least he did Iris little best to teach.
Nay, mere, he warned where steps were like to err; Of pitfalls that beset the youthful way.'" . . .
Alas! Mos! Dis vision Oita.; 'Tis we, 'tin we, remember them to-day. IL
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