LE KHÉDIVE EST MORT! VIVE LE KHÉDIVE!
BORN, JULY 15, 1808. DIED, JAN. 14, 1892.
One more great Voice gone silent! Friends or foes,
None well could watch that long life's gentle close
Without a softening thrill.
A valiant champion of the faith he held,
No conflict ever his strong courage quelled,
Or shook his steadfast will.
Yet, were that all, some well might turn away
With custom's passing courtliness, to-day,
And bid a cold farewell
To the great priest, shrewd marshaller of men,
Subtle of verbal fence with tongue or pen,
Ascetic of the cell.
But there was more; and many a hundred hearts,
Who not in cleric conflict played their parts,
Will mourn him well and long,
Friend of the poor, apart from creed or clique,
And ardent champion of the struggling weak
Against the selfish strong.
Toiler for Temperance, hastener on of Light,
In many a fray where right's at odds with might,
Might's foes will miss their friend.
Farewell! It moves the common heart to hear
The crowning of so glorious a career
By such a gracious end!
THE SANITARY CONGRESS AT VENICE.—Mrs. RAM's Nephew was talking on this subject, when his Aunt was heard murmuring to herself, "I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs;" then she looked up, and repeating the last word, observed, "Well, it never struck me before, often as I've heard that line quoted. But what an extraordinary thing to make a bridge of! I suppose it was painted over first, because I know that's how 'size' is commonly used."
