MISS McCLEARY SOLVED THE PUZZLE
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She laughed. "Once you learn it you do not forget," she replied. Then she smiled. "The puzzle was a great solace to me, as I could not use my eyes as much as I would have liked-but I was allowed to guess!" There are still many Nantucketers who remember Helen Cartwright McCleary, probably as a tutor. She was a devoted member of the Nantucket Historical Association, and among her several contribu tions was the collection of the papers of Henry Barnard Worth, which she personally was able to secure for Nantucket. -E.A.S.
Nantucket by W. Frederick Brown Dear Island Home, from off thy distant shore Kind memory brings glad days of long ago, Whose odours, like the arbutus in the snow In April, oft sweet thoughts of life restore. Above thine ocean's deep and changing roar The faithful bell's reverberations flow; While steals anon that voice I used to know In boyhood days, now wafted evermore Beyond the skies. Although a softer clime Where now I sing of thee, and brighter beam The midnight stars above the flying foam, I think of thee whose beauties gild my rhyme. Of all the isles that round the wide world gleam, There is no light like thine, dear Island Home. W. Frederick Brown was born in Nantucket, educated in the Coffin School here, and as a young man went to Australia, where he resided the remainder of his life, with the exception of two visits to his Island home. He was an author, artist and woodcarver, and some of his work is represented in the displays at the Peter Foulger Museum. His book of poems, in which volume the above verse appears, was titled T h e Songs of a Wanderer, and was published in Sidney, Australia, in 1928. He died a quarter century ago in his adopted home land.
