A gorgeous sunset, and a moonlit sky, Ne'er failed to captivate both mind and eye. As circlets made by weights flung in the deep, Clear multiplying forms concentric keep, Obedient to the heavenly law sublime, Each circle forming others through all time. So our beloved one leaves his track behind, Of multiplying circles to his kind, In the rich lessons of his well-spent life, With holy God-like teachings ever rife. No storied marble setting forth his praise, A more enduring monument could raise, Than the productive seed which he has sown, Which chants his requiem in undying tone. A priceless heritage he leaves behind, In the example of his well-trained mind, A blessed Aftermath! God grant that we May tune our hearts to its sweet melody. For though the jewel casket be no more Amongst us, as in happier days of yore, The radiance of the gem it held will still Remain our lonely home and hearts to fill. Let us then try courageously to tread, The footprints where his noble teachings led, With self-denying zeal right onward go, Striving to vanquish every inward foe. And thus we'll hope to meet again once more Unitedly with loved ones gone before, In the divine hereafter-home above, Safe in each other's and the Father's love. * * * * * IN MEMORIAM. HENRY LEWIS PROWSE, _Died at Longueuil August 2nd, 1884_.