R. L. S.

IN MEMORIAM

THESE TO HIS MEMORY.

MAY THE AGE

ARRIVING,

AS OURS RECALL THAT BRAVEST HEART, THAT GAY AND GALLANT STRIVING,

THAT LAURELLED PALL!

BLITHE AND RARE SPIRIT! WE WHO LATER LINGER,

BY BLEAKER SEAS, SIGH FOR THE TOUCH OF THE MAGICIAN'S FINGERS,

HIS GOLDEN KEYS.

AUSTIN DOBSON.

STEVENSON

ÆS TRIPLEX

AND OTHER ESSAYS

PORTLAND MAINE
THOMAS B MOSHER

MDCCCCIII

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie,
Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lies where he longed to be ; Homne is the sailor, home from sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.