of his speech for the Johnson Celebration, and a piece of paper on which he had, at some time or another, copied down the following:

"Poems written in couplets in such a way that in each couplet there are three or two emphatic syllables, two or one in the first line, and one in the second commencing with the same letterthis letter is also the initial of the chief emphatic syllable in the second line.

'I was wearie of wandering,

And went me to reste
Under a brod banke
Bi a bourne side.

And as I lay and leonede,
And lokede on the waters,
I slumbered in a sleping
Hit sownede so murie.'

APPENDICES

Born in the West: nurtured in the North; struggled in

the South: sleeps in the East

APPENDICES

I

A PANEGYRIC

TO HER MAJESTY QUEEN VICTORIA

As great Augustus, who, in ancient days,
Crown'd his good actions with ten thousand lays;
Who govern'd Rome, did all her greatness bring;
And the good people loved their gracious King;-
So have you ruled us with a gentle hand,
And scatter'd blessings on this glorious land,
So have you raised this country's name,
That worlds lie prostrate at our awful fame.
To England's will the greatest monarchs bow,
And strongest nations do our strength allow.
Do not our cannons roar, and, belching fire,
Bid kingdoms tremble at Britannia's ire.
Swords clash and glowing sparkles dance along
the sky,

And the fierce warriors yell'd the battle-cry.
So Britain triumphs; hurls down every foe;
And reigns triumphant on the world below,
Such are your mighty actions-such your mien-
That Princes tremble at Britannia's Queen.
Thy fleet sails glorious on the spreading main,

And ev'ry barque declares your prosperous reign.
Buoy'd up by your commands and law,

We keep strong kings in reverence and awe.
Such is your famous kindness-such your worth—
That thanks to thee run echoing through the earth.
Oh! may the Almighty all your acts befriend,
And heavenly blessings on your soul descend;
May sweet religious light be on you spread,
And beauteous angels linger round your head;
May Heaven on you its choicest bounties shower,
And cast bright halos on each passing hour.
When troubles come, and, with dark clouds o'er-
spread

The gushing eyelids and the aching head,
Then may thy God support thee in distress;
Smooth down misfortunes, and thy actions bless,
For many rolling years, oh! may you reign;
Thy subjects govern, and their hearts restrain.
For years may you this country's laws direct;
Sway her great sceptre, and her shores protect.
J. C. COLLINS.

Written about 1860 when he was a twelve year old schoolboy at Ellesmere.

A PICTURE

A FRAIL fair angel presence, she is kneeling
Where the last lingering beams of dying day
Through storied pane o'er aisle and fretted
ceiling,

Float in a golden glory: cold and gray.