IN MEMORIAM. 145 
to prosper ; then followed a long interval of silence, broken 
one morning by a black-edged letter informing me of my 
poor cousin’s death. He had, it seemed, been mortally 
wounded in a football match, and after lingering in great 
pain for many weeks, had died, far away from all his friends 
and relations. 
Poor W. N.; it is no foolish sentimentality that causes 
me to pen these lines, but simply a wish to pay a slight 
tribute to your dear memory ; and possibly many will read 
this short retrospect who bear still the same loving remem- 
brance of you that I do, and who will join with me in the 
earnest wish that your spirit has fled to that unknown land, 
“where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary 
are at rest.” —F. M. W. 
