was a well-known contributor to the magazines and local press, and in 1885, wrote
the prize poem, “Moods of Burns” for the
“Standing by the broken wall
Where the evening shadows fall,
And the drowsy night birds call,
Far, far away.
Withered flower, with broken stem,
Summer morning’s dewey gem,
Old and feeling, I, like them,
Have had my day!
Leafless grove and silent bower
Beauty’s charm and music’s power,
Come to bless one fleeting hour,
Then dark decay!”
Wednesday July 20th 1927.