His cicerone robbed him of his gold watch and all
his personal effects and disappeared. His remains lie buried in the
Protestant burying-ground outside the walls of Rome, near the Porto
di Sebastiano. His tomb is near that of Shelley and Keats, and
the monument erected to his memory is very simple, his head being
sculptured upon it in _alto relievo_, and on the opposite side an
artist's palette and brushes.
EARL MARBLE.
A CHRISTMAS HYMN.
The air was still o'er Bethlehem's plain,
As if the great Night held its breath,
When Life Eternal came to reign
Over a world of Death.
The pagan at his midnight board
Let fall his brimming cup of gold:
He felt the presence of his Lord
Before His birth was told.
The temples trembled to their base,
The idols shuddered as in pain:
A priesthood in its power of place
Knelt to its gods in vain.
All Nature felt a thrill divine
When burst that meteor on the night,
Which, pointing to the Saviour's shrine,
Proclaimed the new-born light--
Light to the shepherds! and the star
Gilded their silent midnight fold--
Light to the Wise Men from afar,
Bearing their gifts of gold--
Light to a realm of Sin and Grief--
Light to a world in all its needs--
The Light of life--a new belief
Rising o'er fallen creeds--
Light on a tangled path of thorns,
Though leading to a martyr's throne--
Light to guide till Christ returns
In glory to His own.
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