Kind as a neighbor and true as a friend, Strong hearted and brave when sorrow prevailed, Ready to assist and willing to lend, And quick with relief when sickness assailed. Devoted and kind, a dutiful wife, Ready to labor and ready to share, With her good husband the burdens of life, And lighten his load of worry and care. In his ambitions helping with good will, To grand achievements of honor and fame, Working with courage, genius and skill, To raise and uphold the family name. But as a mother her best work was done, She gave her children the tenderest love, And taught them the way their lives must be run, To reach a haven in the realms above. Each childish sorrow appealed to her heart, And sweet soothing words soon washed it away, In her children’s plans she took active part, And led them wisely in study and play. Great their affliction, deep is their sorrow, But slowly and surely time will it heal, Love is a blessing they cannot borrow, We will not ask them to tell how they feel. CAPTAIN ARCHIE MORRISON. On the 31st day of May, 1900, a bolt of lightning struck one of the spars on a new steamer nearly finished, but still on the stocks, at St. Clair, Michigan, and instantly killed three men, of whom Archie Morrison was one. Mr. Morrison was a good man. I knew him well, and wrote the following testimonial to his character, to comfort his family and friends. Come, death, in a flash from the sky! Come in the lightning’s stroke! Our Archie was prepared to die, He well had worn his yoke. No notice, or threat was needed, He lived in peace with God, The golden rule he had heeded, And virtue’s path had trod. He had no forgiveness to ask, He did not give offense, No person could bring him to task, He needed no defense. True as a magnet to the pole, He did what conscience said, He took the advice of his soul, And followed where it led. With carefulness he steered his ship, To a port of safety, And well may those who make the trip, Follow pilot Archie. For him no pity need be sought, His sorrows are all past, His noble character he brought Safe to heaven at last. But there are those who deeply mourn, His wife and children weep, Their greatest grief must now be borne, Their hearts are wounded deep. That sudden, cruel, bolt came down, And blasted all their hope, But they have many friends in town, Who’ll with their trouble cope. Rally, good friends, to their relief, And all take active part, Wash out all color of their grief, And mend each broken heart. PART IV. POEMS OF DESCRIPTION WHERE THE WIND BLOWS.