" Ob ! why has worth so short a date, 

 While villains ripen gray with time. ' ' 



— Burns. 



DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY 



OF 



LUCIUS S. WILLSON 



One of nature's noblemen: My companion in many a woodland stroU, wboee keen 



eye observed and gloried in the charms of varied pastoral scenes, whose listening 



ear heard and delighted in the caroling of feathered songsters and the cadence of 



murmuring streams. His ear caught the music of breezes as they wandered through 



the boughs of forest trees, and, while striking the tenderest chords on their .^ollan 



harps of russet-brown leaves, in the Autumn of 1S82, they muttered to him their last 



farewell, and whispered something like — ^Eternity. 



THE AUTHOR. 



