"Nantucket'' by W. Frederick Brown

MISS McCLEARY SOLVED THE PUZZLE 19

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 contributions 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 o f p o e m s, i n wh i c h v o lu me t he a b o v e v e r se a p p e a r s, wa s t i t led 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.