312 MRS GEORGE GREY BUTLER 



In her the Berwickshire Naturalists' Club had a rery 

 ardent supporter, and one who not only welcomed them 

 to her house, and displayed to them the treasures accumulated 

 by her ancestors, but delighted especially in accompanying 

 her husband to the meetings of the Club, and adding to 

 her store of antiquarian lore and botanical and geological 

 information, that she was never wearied of increasing. 



' Bright be the place of thy soul, 



No lovelier spirit than thine, 

 E'er barst from its mortal control 



In the orbs of the blessed to shine. 

 On earth thoa wert all but divine. 



As thy soul shall immortally be ; 

 And onr sorrow may cease to repine, 



When we know that thy God is with thee. 



' Light be the turf on thy tomb. 



May its verdure like emerald be ; 

 There should not be the shadow of gloom 



In aught that reminds us of thee. 

 Young flowers and an evergreen tree 



May spring from the spot of thy rest, 

 But nor cypress nor yew let us see. 



For why should we mourn for the blest." 



