Memories

fIIHERE was an Islands world I knew, X and loved, Where shadows flirted shyly with the sun, And filigreed through palms, to dance and sway In trembling traceries, as day begun.

There was the murmuring laughter when boys swam, The taunting jests of “Maries” on the shore, And through the surf’s song stole a sense of peace (A lullaby to haunt one evermore).

There were a hundred pleasant daily tasks, No haste nor speed of traffic smote my soul— Those lotus years in which I garnered much, From village lore to native humour droll.

That Islands world we knew and loved is gone. ’Twas written on the winds of North and East, \ Yet now and then, in friendly gatherings Come wind-blown leaves, on which our memories feast,

Alice Allen Innes.

Vaucluse.

Mr. S. G. Marshall, at the end of March, was appointed Assistant Pro vincial Commissioner of Bua, Fiji.