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IN MEMORIAM.

MISS MACQUAID, STEWARDESS OF THE WAIRARAPA.

John xv., 13.

Seek ye the pearl of honor ? seek yo the

purest gem ? Will ye find it glittering proudly in tho

monarch's diadem ? Is it won on the field of battle ? Is it worn

on the soldier's breast ? The guerdon of dauntless valour by the

knightly brave possest ? Does it shine in the bishop's mitre, in the

courtier's orders beam ? Or is't on the neck of beauty that its radiant glories gleam ? Nay, nay, for the precious jewel is a soul

that's true and brave, That's ready to follow the Master, ready to die to save. And that precious and priceless jewel shone bright in the midnight gloom, Where the fated ship upon Miner's Head with her hundreds met her doom. Death rode on the angry billows, and snatched

at his helpless prey, Aad, one after other, his victims in the darkness bore away ;

While a brave and noble woman feared not for the hungry wave, But with patient eaie was striving the weak and the young to save, And the preoious lifebelts fastened round many a tender form

That perobanoe might be borne in safety out of the raging storm ; And at last her task accomplished, the work of an angel o'er, Shebuokled the last about her that might waft her, too, ashore, When, running for aid towards her with a wail of dire distress, A lit le one hid in terror her laoe in her flowing dresp.

And then wiih a wondrous pity she lay down hfr life for this, And fastened the belt about the ohild, and comforted with a kiss ; And the great waves, overwhelming, swept both ouc into the night, And the great All-Father took them away to his Home of L:ght ; And there where 'tis sunny ever, where there is no more sea, By the side of the crystal river the saved and the Saviour be,

And tbe crown of the new-made angel is bright with a peerless gem, 'Tis the pearl of self-abnegation in a martyt'a diadem.

— Wm. J. Siewaed.

Nov. 12, 1894.

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Colonist, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 8102, 21 November 1894, Page 3

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IN MEMORIAM. Colonist, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 8102, 21 November 1894, Page 3

IN MEMORIAM. Colonist, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 8102, 21 November 1894, Page 3