And still, at the spell of fa.ncq holds captive all my powers, 

 I sit in the magic tVv'ilight and dreaxn throu the leiftsening 



hours ; 

 Till a myriad insect voicefi sing out to the fading light, 

 In the hush of the gathering darkness, and fill all tlie 



silent night. 



I listen in raptured silence till all the quivermg aiv 



Is awalie Vvdth hallowed music, and my soul ahush with 



prayer, 

 And the swish of angel pinions, and the light of angel eyefl, 

 Eeveal me a. glimpse of Eden, and a vision of Paradise. 



An enthusiaetic vote of thanks moved by Mr. Grist, 

 and seconded by Dr. Morgan, was accorded to the lecturer, 

 and the audience separat-ed ofter an intensely interesting 

 and enjoyable evening. 



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