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human gore,?Grow unrestrained and reckless,?And fiercer than before.
The valley late so peaceful?Steams with the rage of strife,?Fast down the gloated furrows?Flows the red stream of life.?Maddened to rage and fury,?Th' opposing hosts contend,?And murder, ruin, carnage, death,?Through the gorged plains extend.
What can be, cried the angel,?The meaning of such strife,?And how dare man thus rashly?Trifle with human life??Can all the so-called glory,?That man to man can pay,?Outweigh the dire inheritance?Of this unhallowed fray?
Are hearts thus drunk with life blood,?And hands thus steeped in gore,?Not calculated to become?More brutal than before??And do not youth and manhood?Deserve a better fate,?Than to be rashly sacrificed?To jealous greed and hate?
Thousands of glittering lances?Cut through the startled air,?As valiant chiefs and mighty men?The blood-red carnage share.?Flashes, like sunlight splendour,?Gleam forth from brazen shields,?And burnished arms dart back the light,?O'er the blood-gorged fields.
List! said the angel, sighing,?From many a ghastly mound?Deep groans of torture mingle?With the battle din around.?What piteous cries of anguish?Are those, who dying moan,?That they may never more behold?Their dearly loved at home!
Some of earth's best and brightest,?'Mid prospects glad and gay,?Others to loved ones plighted?Slaughtered and bleeding lay!?Some, sons of widowed mothers?Who had none else to cheer,?Some, guardians of fond sisters,?Many to wives most dear!
Ah! who can tell the sorrow?Intailed by war's foul breath,?Or gauge the dire inheritance?Of all this murderous death!?The sinew of their country,?The hope of years to come,?Cut down in prime of manhood,?Buried in stranger tomb!
O sages, statesmen, rulers,?Bestir yourselves and teach?The nation's misled millions?A higher goal to reach;?Exchange for greed and murder,?A reign of peace divine;?Thus, elevate earth's children?To brotherhood sublime!
Thus spake the gentle angel?As, gathering each fond prayer,?She wreathed them into garlands,?Of flowerets rich and rare?For Sardanapolis to plant,?Where they shall ever bloom,?In the eternal gardens?Beyond the silent tomb.

IN MEMORIAM.
CHARLES OLIVES BAYLIS, M.D., M.R.C.S.,
_Late Medical Officer of Health for West Kent, and formerly of Birkenhead_.
DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884.
Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung!?And kindred hearts with grief and anguish wrung,?For a beloved one from the earth hath flown?Leaving his dear ones desolate and lone.
Cheerless, deserted now each empty place,?So lately filled by him with radiant grace;?Sad memories in each lone corner dwell,?Vocal of him our torn hearts loved so well.
To feelings sympathetic and refined,?He joined a well-stored, richly cultured mind,?Where holy reason held her peerless sway,?Dictating all he had to do and say.
Self-discipline in action, thought and deed,?Was his uncompromising, glorious creed;?To do to others as he would that they?Should do to him, his crystal rule each day.
Dark superstition never gained his ear,?Or led to slavish and debasing fear;?A hater of hypocrisy in all?The varied forms by which it doth enthrall.
His logical and comprehensive mind,?Was marvellously gentle, loving, kind,?Which gave him with his patients wonderous power,?And served them well in many a trying hour.
A man of penetration, forethought, tact,?Loving to solve, elucidate each fact;?He firmly held to truth with friend and foe,?And ne'er was known to act from greed or show.
A safe and trusted counsellor was he,?And helpful, sweet companion as could be,?Of such calm, chastened thought, that all he said?Was fraught with wisdom, and by justice led.
His sense of duty formed the crucial test?By which to rule his actions, work and rest.?And his well-regulated heart and mind?Were full of charity towards all mankind.
A zealous public worker in the cause?Of sanitation, based on nature's laws;?For fifteen years in Birkenhead and Kent,?To this great end he his rare knowledge lent.
He loved his work and duties, as some love?Their pleasures, and with earnest purpose strove,?To prove that each right action surely brought?Its blessing, as all evil misery wrought.
Entheal concord, where 'twas possible,?And truth and justice made it feasible,?The armour his peace-loving spirit wore,?The love-crowned banner which aloft he bore.
The beautiful in nature and in art,?Charmed and delighted his devoted heart,?A gorgeous sunset, and a moonlit sky,?Ne'er failed to captivate both mind and eye.
As circlets made by weights flung in the deep,?Clear multiplying forms concentric keep,?Obedient to the heavenly law sublime,?Each circle forming others through all time.
So our beloved one leaves his track behind,?Of multiplying circles to his kind,?In the rich lessons of his well-spent life,?With holy God-like teachings ever rife.
No storied marble setting forth his praise,?A more enduring monument could raise,?Than the productive seed which he has sown,?Which chants his requiem in undying tone.
A priceless heritage he leaves behind,?In the example of his well-trained mind,?A blessed Aftermath! God grant that we?May tune our hearts to its sweet melody.
For though the jewel casket be no more?Amongst us, as in happier days of yore,?The radiance of the gem it held will still?Remain our lonely home and hearts to fill.
Let us then try courageously to tread,?The footprints where his noble teachings led,?With self-denying zeal right onward go,?Striving to vanquish every inward foe.
And thus we'll hope to meet again once more?Unitedly with loved ones gone before,?In the divine hereafter-home above,?Safe in each