This gallant officer, formerly commander of a post-office packet on the Holyhead station, lost his life, in 1833, by being washed overboard in an almost unaccountable manner, while standing on his own vessel speaking to one of his sailors, who was carried away by the same wave with his captain, and both ultimately disappeared. It is said the weather was not very boisterous, and that the accident was one of the most extraordinary ever known in the annals of naval experience. The obelisk monument, erected by public subscription, to the memory of the estimable and noble-spirited officer, is now to be seen on the rocks south of the harbour. He was generally respected, and his loss greatly regretted by his numerous friends. Surely no one can visit this generous, humane, and affecting tribute of regard, without reflecting on the solemn and sudden visitations of an inscrutable Providence, as exemplified in the untimely end of the brave and benevolent Capt. Skinner. THE CAPTAIN’S GRAVE. No sculptured slab of marble rare The Captain’s grave discloses; No flattering strain of praise records Where his pale corse reposes; No weeping kindred o’er his bier With praises laud the brave; No floweret gemmed with memory’s tear Proclaims the Captain’s grave. Wrapped in a shroud of pale sea flowers, Deep in a rocky grot, The clay-cold form lies silently, Where man disturbeth not. No solemn train of funeral pomp, He died as died the brave; The fond hope of a hardy crew Rests calm below the wave. SKERRIES LIGHT-HOUSE.