There's a proud modesty in merit ! 
Averse from asking, and resolved to pay 
Ten times the gift it asks. 
Dryden. 
Oh, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it. 
To lock it in the wai-ds of covert bosom ; 
When it deserves with characters of brass 
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time, 
And razure of oblivion. 
Shakspeare. 
Thine is a mind of maiden artlessness ! 
Unstained, undarkened, by the dross of earth ; 
A soul, that through thine eyes, bright beams express 
Thy nature, e'en as noble as thy birth ; 
Whose every glance reflects the gem enshrined, 
Worthy a form so fair ; the diamond of the mind. 
Ano}i. 
His resting-place is noted by a stone 
Of whitest marble: truthful words are those ' 
P Inscribed thereon. The scene of his repose 
Befits his life : 'twas beautiful and calm. 
In meekness and in love he went his way, 
Uprightly walking — filling up the day 
With useful deeds. He often poured the balm 
Of healing into wounded breasts ; nor sought 
The praise of men in doing good. 
MacKellar. 
