APPENDICES I A PANEGYRIC TO HER MAJESTY QUEEN VICTORIA As great Augustus, who, in ancient days, And the fierce warriors yell'd the battle-cry. And ev'ry barque declares your prosperous reign. We keep strong kings in reverence and awe. The gushing eyelids and the aching head, Written about 1860 when he was a twelve year old schoolboy at Ellesmere. A PICTURE A FRAIL fair angel presence, she is kneeling Float in a golden glory: cold and gray. APPENDICES 299 Looms the dark shrine beneath, but clasp'd above Meeting the mellow'd sunshower-praying hands On snowy neck bent backward to the skies— arm Heaven's gold still tangl'd with bleak Earth's alloy Wild passion shadow'd on ethereal calm And sorrow trembling into speechless joy. June 30, 1873. J. C. C. ONE WORD MORE BRIGHT as the Morn when it bursts on the billow Enrobing with glory the tremulous tides; |