32 Bight Hon. Sir M. E. Grant Buff [Jan. 27, 



Very different in character but extremely beautiful in its simpli- 

 city is one which was found by Mr. Hughes, an English clergyman 

 and yachtsman, in the Aland Isles and reproduced in a book which he 

 published under the title of ' The Log of the Pet.' The epitaph pro- 

 per consisted of seven words only : — - 



Gott sei dir gn'adig, O meine Wonne. 

 God be gracious to thee, oh my delight ! 



but under it were some verses which if they are as good in the ori- 

 ginal as they are in Mr. Hughes' translation, must be well worth 

 recovering ; — 



Bright, bright was the soft and tender light 

 Of her eye, 

 And her smile's vanescent play 

 Like some truant sunbeam's ray, 

 Flitting by. 



Clear, clear and passing sweet to hear 

 Was the sound 

 When her laugh's light melody 

 With quiet sparkling glee, 

 Eang around. 



Fleet, fleet and oh ! too deadly sweet 



Sped the hour, 

 When those locks I loved to twine, 

 Flowed interlaced with mine 



In her bower. 



Fold, fold her tenderly around 



Thou tomb ! 

 Cold, cold lies the dank and sodden ground 



In the gloom. 



Roll, roll thy deep and solemn swell 



Thou wave ! 

 Toll, toll thy sad and endless knell 



O'er her grave. 



Admirably good was the epitaph by Ferdinand Gregorovius upon 

 a German historian who died in Rome : — 



Hier ruht der Geschichtschreiber, 

 Im Staube der Geschichte. 



Here rests the Historian amid the dust of History. 



Longfellow's charming ' Hyperion ' has introduced to innumerable 

 English and Americans the striking epitaph at St. Gilgen : — 



Look not mournfully into the Past ; it comes not back again. Wisely improve 

 the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future. Without fear 

 and with a manly heart. 



Blicke nicht traurend auf die Vergangenheit, 



Sie kommt nicht wieder : niitze weise die Gegenwart ; 



Sie ist dein : der luftigen Zukunft 



Geh' olme Furcht mit mannlicher Sinne entgegen. 



