Cut down in prime of manhood, Buried in stranger tomb! O sages, statesmen, rulers, Bestir yourselves and teach The nation's misled millions A higher goal to reach; Exchange for greed and murder, A reign of peace divine; Thus, elevate earth's children To brotherhood sublime! Thus spake the gentle angel As, gathering each fond prayer, She wreathed them into garlands, Of flowerets rich and rare For Sardanapolis to plant, Where they shall ever bloom, In the eternal gardens Beyond the silent tomb. * * * * * IN MEMORIAM. CHARLES OLIVES BAYLIS, M.D., M.R.C.S., _Late Medical Officer of Health for West Kent, and formerly of Birkenhead_. DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884. Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung! And kindred hearts with grief and anguish wrung, For a beloved one from the earth hath flown Leaving his dear ones desolate and lone. Cheerless, deserted now each empty place, So lately filled by him with radiant grace; Sad memories in each lone corner dwell, Vocal of him our torn hearts loved so well. To feelings sympathetic and refined, He joined a well-stored, richly cultured mind, Where holy reason held her peerless sway,