4 io The Wreck. 



gate behind me, Haynes Bayly's beautiful lines came into my 

 mind 



" He should have died in his own loved land, 



With friends and kindred near him, 

 Not have withered thus, on a foreign strand, 



With no thought save of Heaven to cheer him. 

 But what recks it now ? Is his sleep less sound, 

 In the port where the wild wave swept him, 

 Than if home's green turf his grave had bound, 

 Or the friends he loved had wept him ?" 



