CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



frequent was the haze in our eyes; and in our blind- 

 ness, we knew not that such tears ought to have been 

 far more rueful still, for that he then lay under orders 

 for a longer and more lamentable voyage a voyage 

 over a narrow streight to the Eternal shore. All 

 all at once he drooped; on one fatal morning the 

 dread decay began with no forewarning, the springs 

 on which his being had so lightly so proudly so 

 grandly moved gave way. Between one Sabbath and 

 another his bright eyes darkened and while all the 

 people were assembled at the sacrament, the soul of 

 Emilius Godfrey soared up to Heaven. It was indeed 

 a dreadful death, serene and sainted though it were 

 and not a hall not a house not a hut not a 

 shieling within all the circle of those wide mountains, 

 that did not on jthat night mourn as if it had lost a 

 son. All the vast parish attended his funeral Low- 

 landers and Highlanders in their own garb of grief. 

 And have time and tempest now blackened the white 

 marble of that monument is that inscription now 

 hard to be read the name of Emilius Godfrey in 

 green obliteration nor haply one surviving who ever 

 saw the light of the countenance of him there in- 

 terred! Forgotten as if he had never been! for few 

 were that glorious orphan's kindred and they lived 

 in a foreign land forgotten but by one heart, faith- 

 ful through all the chances and changes of this rest- 



