OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF THE LATE
JOHN STEPHENS, ESQ.
The master-mind that so long shed
A lustre on our varied page
Has from the mental warfare fled,
And closed his earthly pilgrimage. But his was no inglorious flight -
It was the behest of his Lord,
He battled to the last for right,
And now enjoys his great reward.
Fresh tears may from affliction's eye
Grateful, upon his grave, descend ; And virtue o'er his tomb may sigh,
Who was, through life, their firmest friend For none like him could plead so well
The miseries of the distressed :
And none like him e'er sought to tell
Abroad the wrongs of the oppressed. And none could more sincerely seek
To serve his fellow-men than he, Who fostered virtue, maiden meek,
And worshipped " stern integrity ."
What though, from his indignant mind,
At times expressions overlong
Were wrung -his motive still was kind,
And love of right then drove him wrong. No more shall he, with fervid pen.
In freedom's cause pour forth his soul,
And kindle in the hearts of men
A fire no despot could control. Be it our task still to pursue
The honest onward path he trod. To his great motto ever true,
" The Rights of Man, the Love of God.'»
NOTE.-It will be observed that these lines are from the pen of a gentleman attached to the literary staff of the SOUTH AUSTRALIAN REGISTER. They cannot be published in that journal in consequence of the expressed wish of the deceased that no notice of his death should appear beyond the usual obituary paragraph. We have much pleasure, at the writer's request, in inserting them in our columns.
ED. S. A. j