NEVER bronze or slab of stone May their sepulchre note; O'er their burial-place alone, Shall the shifting sea-weed float.

Not for them the quiet grave .Underneath the daisied turf; They rest below the restless wave, They sleep below the sleepless surf.

O'er them shall the waters wrestle, With the whirlwind from the land, But their bones will only nestle Closer down into the sand: And for ever wind and surge, Loud or low, shall be their dirge; And each idle wave that breaks Henceforth upon any shore, Shall be dearer for their sakes, Shall be holy evermore.

E. n, o.

From the Cvn&ftl Ifagnant for March, 1881.1.