...justice of the transatlantic poet, who, years ago, said of him, in most touching lines, — " Emigravit " is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies...is not, but departed, for the artist never dies." " A Reply to Cobbett's ' History of the Protestant Reformation in England and Ireland,' " by CH Collette....

...our hearts — while a thousand sweet melodies still delight our ears — Emigravit is the incription On the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not, but departed, For the artist never dies. SPUN. THOUGH we're by weakness sore distressed, Although by failure oft depressed, The star of Hope...

...departed— for the Artiit never dies. Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine »eem» mor fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets *o broad anil stately, these obscnr and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Masteningen,...

...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigratit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...its pavement — that he once has breathed its air ! Through those streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Master-singers,...

...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Mastersingers,...

...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...its pavement — that he once has breathed its air ! Through those streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Master-singers,...

...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies;...sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement—that he once has breathed its air! Through those streets so broad and stately, these obscure...

...Love's Honey, and not drink One dram of Gain " H. ASTLET HARDIKOK. "Fairer seems the ancient College, and the sunshine? seems more fair That he once has trod its pavement, that he once hae breathed its »ir." WMT " Pin-belossmed, myriad-budded, scathing, scorching Spring." "A lane, beautiful...

...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigraoit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is nut, but departed, for the Artist never dies ! Hence the truth, the beauty of the passage just quoted...

...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Mastersingers,...