"OJ why has worth so short a date, 

 While villains ripen gray with time." 



— Burns. 



DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY 



LUCIUS S. WILLSON 



One of nature's noblemen : My companion in many a woodland stroll, 

 whose keen eye observed and gloried in tlie charms of varied pastoral 

 scenes, whose listening ear heard and delighted in the carroling 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 

 ^olian harps of russet-brown leaves, in the Autumn of 1882, they 

 muttered to him their last farewell, and whispered something like 

 — Eternity. 



The Author. 



