The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1892-10-30

snd another lay at the feet. The cover
LEI over the body was almost hldueh De-
neafb flowers. Burning wax tapers lent
a subduod light to the chamber.
A friend Of the family says that during
the afternoon before the poet dled ne
asked for copy or shakespeare anu
with his own hands turnel the leaves UNI
an he found the dirge in "CymDeine.'
He fixed his eyes on the pages, but did
not sneak. and whether he read the lines
or not is not known. Soon again he
passed into slumber, and his left mana
rested on the open book until he died.
The lines are so fitting that we must
quote them
Fear no more the heat O. the sun
Nor the furious winters RACES;
Thou thy worldly task has done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimuey-swccpers come to dust
Fear nc moe the frown O the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's strokt;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak;
The sceptre. learning, physc, must
Ali follow this, and come TO dust.
Fear no more the lightning fash
Nor the all dreaded Thunderstorm;
Fear not Islander. censlre rash;
Thou hast 1nshd icy and moan
All lovers young all lovers must
Consig to thee and come TO dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost uulaid forbear thee.
Nothing i'll come near thee!
Qniet contamination have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Fresh laurel. flowers and autumn leaves
were laid around the DOdy on Friday
morning and the black velvet skullcap
which he wore when writing was placed
upon his head. The copy Of Shakespeare,
which he still held in death, lay open at
"Cymbeline." on a table beside the bed.
The curtainess windows were thrown
wide open at daybreak, to admit the
morning air, and the large. plain room
was flooded with sunshine. DR.. Dabbs
wrote to the Times: Nothing could be
more striking than this closing scene. on
the bed lay a figure of breathing marble
flooded and bated in the light Of the full
moon. which streamed through an oriel
window, his hand claspng a copy Of
Shakespeare he had asked for recently,
and which he kept by him to the end.
The moonlight, the ma estic figure as he
lay there drawing a thicker breath, ire
sistibly brought to our minds his own
Passing of King Arthur" His last con-
scous words were words of love to his
wife and son too sacred to be written
here.
All the members OF the family assem-
bled at Aldworth on Monday 20 take
last look at their dead Lady Tennyson
was the last to leave the room. After she
had Withdrawn the laurel wreath that en-
Circled the brow of the poet was removed,
but a number Of its leaves were laid at
the head and feet. A small white pack
age, the contents OF which were not d-
vulged, was placed in the coffin. Then
the cover of the coffin was fastened down.
and many of the wreaths that had been
sent by friends and admirers were placed
on top Of il.
DR.. Clark had seen Lord Tennyson In
London three months ago, and told his
son, Hallam Tennyson that he thought
his father was breaking up. Sir Andrew
says that death was partially the result
of suppressed govt, complicated with in
fluenza. but was chiefly due to natural
decay. lie added: His end Lord Tenny-
son might well have pictured and earn
estly desired as his lot"
DIR. Sheppard, In the Charleston News
and Courier, writes Of TennysOns I'm
Memorlam" as follows:
1.-THE object of the poem. concisely eX-
pressed. Is TO portray the several phases
OF evolution OF development through
which A human soul, stricken with the
burden OF a great sorrow, may pass in
the process OF restoration. in the attain
ment Of supreme consolation No crea-
ton Of unnspired genius was ever less
obnoxious 10 the charge OF panthesm or
the suspicion OF agnosticism. No unin-
spired creation has presented the doc
trine of a personal Immortality with
purer grace or more definite and trium-
plant faith. The trumpet strain of Ly-
cidas is not thrilled by deeper intensity
OF spiritual life. 1t is the anthem of an
incoming millennium, the forecast Of
golden day. The aim how
ever. is not TO exhaust. but to quicken
Every successive reading has impressed
us more and more with the lmiuess pos
sibilities Of this supreme achievement of
poetic power, tempered as IL is by a
sovereign artistic grace, and Illuminated
by an unsurpassed spiritual discernment.
AS linked with those who trust he larger
hope we shall be gratided 10 extend. in
our imperfect measure. the range and the
potency OF work which we regard as one
OF the purest and hottest inspirations OF
our own life"
No moaning of the bar; sail forth, strong
ship.
Into that gloom which has Gods face for
far light
Not dirge, but proud farewell from each
fond lip,
And praise, Astounding praise, and fame's
faint starlight.
IAmping thy tuneful soul &c that large noon
Where thou shalt Qulre with angels; words
OF woe
Are for the unfulAllednot thee whose moon
or genius sinks full-0rbcd glorious, aglow
No moaning Of the bar but musical drifting
or Times waves turning to the eternal
sea;
Deaths soft wind all thy gallant canvas
lifting.
And Christ thy pilot to the peace to be.
Edwin Arnold
MI Lewis Morris Is Welshman OF an
Gent family, OF considerable landed
property. He Is also fellow OF his coll
lsge at Oxford, and has made some sue
cess as bsrrister. For many years he
hs~ not pfsesiosd at tbs bar, his time