EPIGRAM ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD FORBES.
Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He woo’d and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showed him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.
[Sydney Dobell
ON LONGFELLOW’S DEATH
No puissant singer he, whose silence grieves
To-day the great West’s tender heart and strong;
No singer vast of voice: yet one who leaves