ON THE DEATH OF MRS. NICHOLL CARNE. (_a_)

Down the long vista of historic years

I look, and through the dusky haze descry

Funereal pomp, and Royal pageantry,

Gracing the tombs of queens, and kings, and peers.

I see on marble monuments deep hewn

The name and fame of mighty and of great,

Who lie in granite effigy and state,

Waiting the summons to the last Tribune.

But 'mongst the hero-host that shrouded sleep

'Neath purple banner and engraven stone,

Death hath not numbered one among his own

More regal-souled than she for whom we weep.

Though a right Royal lineage she could claim,

Proudly descendant from a Cambrian King;

She was content to let her virtues bring

Something more noble than a Royal name.

Her's was no sceptered life in queenly state:

Yet queen she was, in all that makes a Queen;

No deeds heroic marked her life serene:

Yet heroine she in all that makes us great.

Through all the phases of a blameless life

She lingered round the threshold of the poor:

Where brighter scenes less noble minds allure,

Her's was the joy to move 'midst martyr-strife.

To watch where hearts, by poverty o'ercome,

Lay weak and wailing; and to point above,

With words of hope, of comfort, and of love,

Till brighter, happier, grew each cottage home.

And wine and oil fell plenteous from her hand,

To cheer the wounded on life's weary way:

While, for the human wrecks that round her lay,

Her beacon-light beamed o'er the darkling strand.

Her's was a life of Love; then, of deep griefs,

We'll rear a monument unto her name,

More leal and lasting than the chiselled fame

Of mighty monarchs or heroic chiefs.

And see! the virtues of the parent stem

Break forth in blossom o'er the branching tree:

Long may such fair, such bright fruition be,

Of those bereaved their proudest diadem.

With sheltering arms--with hearts for ever green,

By love united, may they still unite;

So shall they gladden still the sainted sight

Of one who is not, but who once has been.

(_a_) Mrs. Carne, relict of the late Rev. R. Nicholl Carne, of Dimlands

Castle, and mother of R. C. N. Carne, Esq., Nash Manor, and of J. W. N.

Carne, Esq., Dimlands and St. Donat's Castles, died November 28th,

1866, at Dimlands, in the 94th year of her age. Deceased could claim a

Royal Welsh lineage, being the 34th in unbroken descent from Ynyr, King

of Gwent and Dyfed. Her long life was distinguished by unostentatious

acts of charity and good works.

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