GRAVE OF L. E. L. 331 



the measured tramp of armed men, and the 

 mournful music of the breaking surf are ever 

 heard round their last resting-place. Thus was 

 fulfilled her own prediction : 



" Where my father's bones are lying, 

 There my bones will never lie ; 



* * * * 



Mine shall be a lonelier ending, 



Mine shall be a wilder grave ; 

 Whei'e the shout and shriek are blending, 



Where the tempest meets the wave." 



A small white marble tablet, erected by her 

 husband, is inserted in the gray walls of the 

 castle, facing the area of the fort, bearing this 

 inscription : 



HlC JACET SEPCLTUM 



OMNE QtrOD MORTALE FUIT 



LETIT^ ELIZABETHS MACLEAN 



QUAM, EGREGIA ORNATUM INDOLE 



MUSIS UNICE AMATAM, 



OMNIUMQUE AMORES SECUM TRAHENTEM, 



IN IPSO ^TATIS FLORE, 



MORS IMMATURA RAPUIT, 



DIE OCTOBRIS XV. A.D. MDCCCXXXVIII. 



STAT 36. 



QTJOD SPECIAS VIATOR MARMOR, 



VANUM HEU DOLORIS MONUMENTUM 



CONJUX MARENS ERBXIT. 



