The Argosy — page 125: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IIo kw STevrorvtam. FEBRUARY I0, 1887. How shall we mourn thee, gifted one, How best extol thy deathless fame ? Who, like the glorious setting sun, A golden halo round thy name, Sank into rest : In brighter worlds to rise again Crowned with the blest. How few among the author train Can writings show as pure as thine ; The chaste creations of thy brain As fair untrodden snow will shine Years hence, as now: Immortal, as the wreath we twine Around thy brow. A thousand lives owe thee their birth, A thousand scenes of joy and woe ; Thou couldst at will provoke our mirth, Or bid our tears of sorrow flow ; Alas! that we, Thy lov’d remains in earth laid low, Must weep for thee! The busy fingers never more : Will scatter stores of “ golden grain,” Thy triumphs won, thy trials o’er, Peace to thy memory : not in vain Thy life was spent ; Thy heart’s best thoughts with us remain— Thy years were lent. M. J. & e€oim (9) L6))0) “S$ (E(@) m ie ————————<— =