In the twining of English holly and Western pine upon the great English
novelist's grave the poet expresses a happy thought. He calls East and
West together in common appreciation of one whose influence was not
merely local but worldwide. He invites the old world and the new to
kneel together at the altar of sentiment, an appeal to the emotions
which never fails to touch a responsive chord in the heart of humanity.

Frederick S. Myrtle

San Francisco, California
April, 1922

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DICKENS in CAMP

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Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,
The river sang below;
The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting
Their minarets of snow.