The Sun.
London, England, 1868-06-02 00:00:00

7 HOIIL4S D'A /WY 11PG EE.

[Preceded by the following curiously expressed
though evidently sincere words of commendation,
the subjoined tribute to the late D'Arcy 111'Cree
appears in the Bermaia Royal Gazette of April
21] :
We (the Bermuda Gazette) unreservedly state
that we were not conscious, in preparing for
pYtalented Colonial M'Cree, in our pub-
licationpre-
sent the very able tribute to the memory of the
lates s
n tlamentednumber,
li°l3.
the rr. D'Arcy
of re
our
from
Secretary, of the influence of an excited imagina-
tion : and therefore hesitate not to affirm that it
seldom falls to our lot and, in our belief, to the lot
of any editor of a weekly journal, to give to the
public such a masterly composition. We were in-
deed, we do not attempt to deny it, entranced while
we examined it with riveted eyes, absorbed- atten-
tion, and stirred feelings. Oar publications are by
their very nature ephemeral, but this epithet, we
are sure, will not be applied to the sentiments con-
tained in this excellent production. We appeal
to our readers, and will patiently wait for their
decision.

such high-to►:ed patriotism, such noble thoughts
en weaved in beautiful adaptedn.tss of expression,
such manliness of dignified assertion, and such ele-
gant and classical allusions—we were, procul dubio,
delighted with it, and beg to tender the Hon. M. G.
Keon our sincere thanks.

Add to what we have said, there is such a kind
and sweet affectionateness as to us appears very
winning—the index and offspring of a truly bene-
volent heart, most acceptable in the present state of
a hard, hard world.

One would almost think that, in speaking of his
friend, so cruelly torn from sublunary scenes, Mr.
peon had this passage before him from one of Dr.
Young's prose compositions. He may or he may
not have had it ; but here it is :
" Sorrow indeed predominates. Oh, recent
wound ! Sorrow how
just ! Whom lost we the
very last moon ? Lost we ? That is vainly said.
Whom lost the public? Whom lost the whole na-
tiou ? Few have left it more worthy of all love and
esteem than our friend deceased. He was entitled
by nature to be beloved, and by virtue to be ad-
mired.

" Quern scalper amatum, scalper honoratum, sic
Dii voluistis, habebo."

The awful death of the Hon. T. D'Arcy Al'Gee
fills us with horror—indescribable, withering hor-
ror. But let us draw a solemn admonition from
this most deplorable event. How uncertain in every
way is life—whether from natural or other causes.
We speak not now of the variant causes, but of the
sometimes instanced awful truth and fact.
Therefore let each attend to the advice given by
the same Dr. Young, just now quoted, in poetic
guise—

" Give thy mind sea-room ; keep it wide of earth,
That rock of souls immortal ; cut thy cord ;
Weigh anchor, spread thy sails ; call every wind ;
Eye thy great Pole-star ; make the land of life."

44 Mr. D'Arcy
M`Goe, who never speaks without
influencing vast
masses of his countrymen, is at this
moment one of the most eloquent advocates of
British rule and British institutions that is to be
found on the face of the globe." (Cheers.)—Earl
Mayo last month in the House of Commons on the
state of Ireland and the sentiments of the Irish
Race.

At the moment when an atrocious and cowardly
assassination has torn him from us, I should feel
lowered in my own esteem if I remained altogether
silent (where there is no one else to say a word)
concerning the public character and the loyal ser-
vices—services the vast importance of which the
Imperial Government well knows—of an illustrious
Ydig mynitary of the same
man who would, if alive, acknowledge many ties
between
e us
igln who was naohti;il
great Civil Service, in which I hold, under the
miowisot,
same Crown, a comparatively hunible, but honour-
nffiee. If others were at hand, to fulfil the