NOT ALWAYS THUS. NOT always thus! Not always thus, Beside the graves, where buried lie The hopes that budded in our hearts, The hopes that blossomed but to die. Not always thus! Not always thus, Shall we plod on with weary feet; Not always clasp the mocking cup That mingles bitter with its sweet; Not always strive to catch the gleams Of golden light that round us play, Finding our efforts all in vain, Our sunlight turn to shadows gray. Not always thus! Not always thus, Beyond the reach of mortal eyes; LIFE'S TREASURES. MORNING. How beautiful this earth, my love, How short a time 'tis our, my love, EVENING. Beneath the azure sky, my love, Along the path that we have trod, We've gathered up the leaves, my love, We've gathered up the leaves! O'er all that's left of what we loved The broken spirit grieves. M MARTHA WINTERMUTE. ARTHA VANDERMARK WINTERMUTE is descended from a patriotic and soldier ancestry. Her grandfather, Benjamin Hitchcock, entered the Revolutionary army at the age of seventeen years, and served to the close of the war. He was the father of Samuel Hitchcock, the philanthropist, and of the late Benjamin Hitchcock, an author, and for many years editor of the New Haven Palladium. His oldest daughter became the wife of a son of Elbridge Gerry. Another daughter was the mother of Orvil Hitchcock Platt, one of the present United States senators from Connecticut. Roswell Dwight Hitchcock, theologian, Ethan Allen Hitchcock, soldier and author, and Edward Hitchcock, the geologist, were of the same ancestry. Mrs. Wintermute's father was a descendant of the Symmesses, of Holland, who, at an early period settled upon the Island of Barbadoes, and acquired title to a large portion of it. They were at one time residents of Pennsylvania. Mrs. Wintermute wrote verses at the age of ten. At the age of sixteen she wrote a poem entitled "The Song of Delaware," which she brought before the public by reading it on her graduation from the Ohio Wesleyan University, in Delaware, Ohio. That poem was soon followed by others, which were received with favor by the public. She was married at the age of nineteen, to Dr. Alfred Wintermute, of Newark, Ohio, and for a number of years thereafter she did not offer any poetry to the public. In 1888 she began the revision and publication of her poetry. In 1890 she brought. out a prose story in the interest of temperance, closing the volume with about one-hundred pages of her poetry, revised and corrected. Since the publication of that volume, she has published in the newspaper press a number of miscellaneous. poems consisting of Easter Anthems, Decoration. Day Poems, verses read before pioneer societies, and some on moral and religious topics. J. C. McC. THE PARDON OF PSYCHE. APOLLO plays on his lyre of gold, The Arcadian god on his reeds, The muses chant in chorus grand, And the beauty of Psyche pleads. The hours shed roses adown the sky And the south wind sends its bloom. Zephyr bedewed the flowers with tears, Then Psyche, poor Psyche, stripped of her all, But seeking Somnus, she closed her eyes, To sleep in death--and in beautiful dream, Yet she hasted not, but pale in her grief, But her eyes, as dead, thro' their fringed lids, Then Venus in pity took Psyche up And bore her to Cupid's breast; While the stars fell down and covered her wings, And the angels her feet caressed. POESY. Within its border land I long did wait But kisses such as earth has never known ANNIE O'NEIL. PART I. IN a sunny nook of a sunny room, Annie was busy with wheel and with loom; I gazed from the window, one morning in May; Annie sang as she spun: 'Beautiful, flashing beams, Of my father's mill! Beautiful water that gleams, And turns the wheel. That floweth still, And turn the mill!" The miller was lithe, and gay, and young, As the great, dusty wheels went round and round, As out of the dusty door he did look, It was midsummer, the flax in bloom, "O! beautiful wheel the flax to spin; And waving corn and wheat for the mill, May work or play at my will.” But never of beautiful Annie O'Neil, Who sweetly worked at the spinning wheel; The miller so young, and lithe, and gay. But Annie held in her heart untold, And the wintry winds of heaven did blow, And they sent through the veins of harvest a chill, WIDOWED IN JULY. MONTH of the season's garnered gold, Verdure and bloom and myriad charms, Behold thy gleaming days unfold, My lost beloved-a shrouded form. O, sad! O, unforgiven month! Thou standest marked amidst my years, Forward or backward though I look, I view thee through a mist of tears. Thy orchestras of music rare, Of love, that robs the soul of day. GRIEF OF HERCULES. Hylas, Hylas, where art thou! Hylas, Hylas, where art thou! Answereth but the sea's low moan, But the wild wind sad and lone. I am wandering on the strand, Is there light in any land, Is there joy in any spot, Breath to waft my bark's lone sail? Hylas, Hylas, hear my wail! FAITH. GIVE me the rest of faith, Give me the faith to rest, My life forever on Thy word, My heart upon thy breast. M MARY H. GRAY CLARKE. ARY H. GRAY CLARKE was born in Bristol, R. I., March 28, 1835 and was the daughter of Gideon and Hannah Orne Metcalf Gray. She was a great-granddaughter of Colonel Thomas Gray of Bristol, R. I., an officer illustrious in the war of the Revolution, and was a direct descendant of John Gray, an English gentleman, and of his son, Edward Gray, who, born in 1623 in Stapleford Tawney, Essex County, England, emmigrated in 1643 to Plymouth, Mass., and became the richest merchant of the colony. Mrs. Clarke, after attending the public schools of her native town, became a pupil in Miss Easterbrook's school, in Bristol, for young ladies. She subsequently studied in East Greenwich Academy, Rhode Island, and afterward went to Boston, where she devoted herself to the study of fine art, including painting, poetry and music. She was married, October 23, 1861, to Dr. Augustus P. Clarke, who was surgeon of the war of 1861-5, and who has since acquired a national reputation as a writer on subjects pertaining to Obstetrics and Gynecology. At an early age Mrs. Clarke displayed a marked genius in the production of story and of verse. She wrote extensively for magazines and for the public press. She was also the author of many dramas, lyric poems and operettas. She assumed different pen-names but was known as an author under the name of "Nina Gray Clarke." Some of her works are "Effie, Fairy Queen of Dolls," for which she received a prize; "Prince Puss in Boots;" "Golden Hair and her Knight of the Beanstalk in the Enchanted Forest;" 'Obed Owler and the Prize Writers;" "How I Came to Leave Town and What Came of it;""Edith Morton, the Sensible Young Lady." Mrs. Clarke had the gift of song. She painted many pictures, some in water-colors, and some in oils. Several of her paintings have commanded much attention from connoisseurs of art. Mrs. Clarke was endowed by nature with many gifts; she had a large and active brain, and her health for the greater part of her life continued unimpaired. She traveled extensively, and accompanied her family in an extended tour through the British Isles and also through central and southern Europe, visiting all the great capitals of those countries, for observation, study and for improvement generally. By her marriage she had two daughters, Inez Louise and Genevieve Clarke, who have pursued cellegiate studies at the Harvard Annex. She resided in Cambridge, Mass., near the New City Hall overlooking the Charles River Valley. She died May 30, 1892. C. C. |