342 Memoir of Mr. Sotheron Estcourt. 



illustration of the "Travels in Portugal"^ of his friend^ Mr. Latouche, 

 it is not known that he ever published any production of his pen. 

 It may therefore be not uninteresting to his friends and our readers 

 in general if we preserve a lew lines composed by him, when on his 

 own sick-bedj to accompany a circular that was issued for raising a 

 memorial to his intimate and valued friend, the late Sidney, Lord 

 Herbert of Lea : — 



Lines on the Death of Loe.d Herbeet. 



By the Rt. Hon. T. H. S. Sotheron Estcourt, 

 October, 1861. 



"Let Glory with her golden chaplet crown 



Those who in battle for their Country die ; 

 England, dear Herbert, with a like renown 



Enrols Thy name amongst her chivalry, 



Though Thou on peaceful bed didst close Thine eye : 

 Thee as a model, bids her children take, 



And learn to hazard life, as Thou didst, for Her sake. 



** See how in youth, by careful Mother led, 



Upward His thoughts, with steady gaze, He turned, 

 Enticing scenes foreswore : hard work instead 

 He courted, and the charms of pleasure spurned: 

 And so an early grave by Labour earned : 

 Whilst at stern duty's call, the path He trod 



Which guides by painful steps the soul from Earth to God. 



♦* Mourn, soldier. Thou hast lost a thoughtful friend. 

 Thy health, thy comfort, were his constant care, 

 He taught thee how to save, and what to spend, 

 On thy sick bed He breathed a purer air : 

 Lo! Angels, at His word to camps repair, 

 Smooth the rough pillow, where the wounded lie, 

 Arid turn to brighter Scenes the dying Veteran's eye. 



" Ye too, before whose presence Sin should flee, 

 Tell how his lavish hand was wont to raise 



Your modest School, your costly Sanctuary, 

 For man's instruction and his Maker's praise : 

 Point to the Spot, where gild the sun's warm rays 



A Temple, worthy of a Poet's tongue. 

 In strains, such as of old another Herbert sung. 



" How shall we miss the bright engaging Smile, 



That banished strife ; to all a welcome brought ; 

 The ready speech, a Senate might beguile ; 



The playful Wit ; the rich inventive Thought ; 



The Spirit that false Counsels set at nought : 

 Each action charming by its native grace. 



And, Heaven's best gift, His mind, reflected in his Face. 



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