"O! why has worth so short a date, 

 While villains ripen gray with time." 



Burns. 



DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY 



OF 



LUCIUS S. WILLSON 



* 



One of nature's noble men : My companion in many a woodland 

 stroll, whose keen eye observed and gloried in the charms of varied 

 pastoral scenes, whose listening ear heard and delighted in the carol- 

 ing of feathered songsters and the cadence of murmuring streams. 

 His ear caught the music of breezes as they wandered through the 

 boughs of forest trees, and, while striking the tenderest chords 

 on their ^Eolian harps of russet-brown leaves, in the Autumn of 

 1882, they muttered to him their last farewell, and whispered some- 

 thing like Eternity. 



THE AUTHOR, 



