John Taylor Brown



further than  his strength   admitted, he
took a steep short cut towards his house.
stumbled, and, as he fell, lit his head
heavily against a rock.    Ile lay for some
time unobserved, but when found was just
able to say, " Take me homne."     He never
spoke again.    Lingering unconscious and
oblivious, though    once or twice the old
tender light of recognition    seemed   to
fill his eyes again, lhe died on the evening
of Sunday, the 18th August.    The closing
scene was not -without a strange pathos
and significance.  His sister had left his
room for a few moments.     On her return
he had passed beyond the bourne,      died
as lhe had lived  alone.

          "JE      RIlAL SEUL."
                                 (Pascal.)
 The silent chariot standeth at the door,
 The hotuse is hlutshed and still from roof to floor
 Nsone hlear(1 the sound of its mysterious wN-heels,
         Yet each its presence feels.
 No clhamping' hit, nor sound of pawing feet,
 All dark and silent u]) and down the street,
 And yet thou mlast not keep it waiting there,
         For one last look or lprayer.
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