...which preceded her death to a passage in one of her own poems : " I am looking backward as I go. And lingering while I haste, and in this rain Of tears of joy, am mingling tears of pain." Flora Haines Apponyi. THE VERSE AND PROSE OF " HH" I. IT has seemed better that some hasty and inadequate...

...Rockies there can be no doubt. Hear how she describes what she would have for her last, long home : "Do not adorn with costly shrub or tree Or flower, the little grave which shelters me ; Let the wildwood seeds spring up unharmed And back and forth all summer unalarmed Let all the tiny, busy creatures...

...Society, officiated, reading her own " Last Words." Of her life and her death, as of her tomb, she said Do not adorn with costly shrub, or tree, Or flower, the little grave that shelters me; and so she passes beyond us to the most worthy Judge Eternal. Her works remain. They...

...life of her who loved them well, and that resting place on Cheyenne mountain, of which she wrote: " Do not adorn with costly shrub or tree, Or flower, the little grave that shelters me. Let the wild wind-sown seeds grow up unharmed, And back and forth all summer unalarmed,...

...need Thy absence to tell me thou wert dear, And yet the absence maketh it more clear. LAST WORDS. DEAR hearts, whose love has been so sweet to know, That...pain; Do not adorn with costly shrub, or tree, Or flowers, the little grave that shelters me. Let the wild, wind-sown seeds grow up unharmed» And back...

...need Thy absence to tell me thou wert dear, And yet the absence maketh it more clear. LAST WORDS. DEAR hearts, whose love has been so sweet to know, That...pain; Do not adorn with costly shrub, or tree, Or flowers, the little grave that shelters me. Let the wild, wind-sown seeds grow up unharmed* And back...

...gift to her daughter Mary, on the day of their parting, these lines were found marked : — " Dear hearts, whose love has been so sweet to know, That...while I haste, and in this rain Of tears of joy, am mingliug tears of pain, — Do not adorn with costly shrub or tree Or flower, the little grave which...

...had long waited for the friends latest in coming, and was so glad not to miss them. She speaks-: Dear hearts, whose love has been so sweet to know That...this rain Of tears of joy am mingling tears of pain. She hopes they will say, " How she loved us ! 'Twas that which made her dear." She wishes no words...

...darkness, is bright at last with the beauty of hope. Hubert W. Wells. THE GRAVE OF HELEN JACKSON (" HH") " Do not adorn with costly shrub, or tree, Or flower,...the little grave which shelters me. Let the wild, wind-tossed seeds grow up unharmed. And back and forth all summer, unalarmed, Let all the busy, tiny...