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All possible troubles that try men

He drowned in a midnight debauch,The high-priest of virtue and Hymen, Whose bellows-flame kindled the torch.

WILBUR LARREMORE. - The Green Bag, June, 1893.

But sweeter flowers of rhyme, amid the gloom

And silent dust of all the silent shelves, You keep your glory and your primal bloom,

And live, if not for others, for yourselves.

And when I chance to open wide the page,

Behold, your beauty breaks upon the earth; And all the splendor of a buried age

Is born again with glad immortal birth.


And, happy, I may hear the master-hand
Sweep down the lyre and wake each vibrant

That swells with glory of a sweeter land,

Where life was hope, and love alone was lord.

WITHOUT I stand, timid and trembling still

Before the portals of the King's domain,

Bewildered at its beanty, I remain Silent and blinded by the light-until Sweet music sending throngh my soul a thrill Sweeps down its avenues in joyous strain Like waves of Peace upon the shores of Pain While breaks the Star of Hope through clouds

of Ill! The darkness falls and crouching low I cry From depths of penitence and misery “Dear Lord! and may I come within Thy gate The wind is bitter and the hour is late!" I wait and weep beneath my weight of sinWhen answer comes: “Knock, I will let you in!',

ALICE S. DELETOMBE. -For The Magazine of Poetry.

So let the cover close, and page grow gray

Amid the dust where no eye comes to see; My heart alone the song shall hold and swayThe poet's dream shall wake a world for me.

W. J. HENDERSON. -Harper's Weekly.


At seventeen she grew between

His gaze and some Old World romance: A face-seductive and serene As all that old romance may meanWith dark eyes waking from a trance.

At seventeen.


We shall lodge at the Sign o' the Grave, you say!

Yet the road is a long one we trudge, my friend, So why should we greive at the break of the day? Let us drink, let us love, let us sing, let us play,

We can keep our sighs for the journey's end.

At twenty-one no song might run

More sweetly than his longing leapt To her-whose loveliness begun For him all song beneath the sunWith eyes of brown whose laughter slept.

At twenty-one.

We shall lodge at the Sign o' the Grave, you say!

Well, since we are nearing the journey's end, Our hearts may be merry while yet they may; Let us drink, let us love, let us sing, let us play, For perchance it's a comfortless Inn, my friend.

PERCY ADDLESHAW. London Academy.

At thirty-two no dreams would do!

He loved this daughter of the South,
Whose eyes of blue his fancy drew,
What time the battles bugles blew
To dask him on the cannon's mouth,
At thirty-two.

MADISON Cawein. -Fetter's Southern Magazine, July, 1893.


DEAD rhymes are here that no man comes to read;

Dead as the flowers that robed the maiden spring To wed with summer, when the streams were freed,

And all the birds began to nest and sing.



If some one plucked the flowers and laid them by

Between the prim white pages that I hold, The crushed and faded leaves would dim the eye,

And leave the yearning heart uncheered and cold.

A VISION of brave men. From eldest time,
Of alien speech, of every race and clime!

Their deeds of valor flow and shine,
Like wind-blown torches in long line.

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To this one and that one, Do that and do this,
While your wishes fulfillment never shall miss,
May fill you with pleasure;ibut deeper the joy
Of doing a thing yourself, my boy-

Of doing a thing yourself.
Dreaming is pleasant, I know, my girl;

Dreaming is pleasant, I know.
To dream of that far-off, wonderful day
When you'll be a queen and hold full sway
Over hearts that are loyal and kind and just,
While your sweet If you please" will mean “You

must!” May fill you with joy; but you'll find pleasure's pearl In doing for others yourself, my girl In doing for others yourself.

WILLIAM S. LORD. - The Independent, May 25, 1893.


MILLER. Elizabeth Henry Miller was born in Lexington, Va., December 2nd, 1859. Miss Miller can count among her ancestry some historic names: on her father's side, that of Jonathan Dickinson, founder and first President of Princeton College; while her mother, a daughter of Governor McDowell of Virginia, and niece of William C. Preston, the eloquent South Carolina Senator, had for grandfather the gallant Gen. William Campbell, who won the battle of King's Mountain in 1783; and for grandmother, Elizabeth Henry, a sister of Patrick Henry, of whom every schoolboy knows. Miss Henry was quite as remarkable in intellectual respects as her illustrious brother, whom she resembled in many of her traits. Thus Miss Miller, who was named after her, may be said to be entitled to her intellectual endowments by the law of heredity. The specimen of her poems published in this issue of the magazine was written by her before she had attained her twelfth year.

BUTTERWORTH. “The Banner that Welcomes the World,” one of the most interesting features of the great naval and patriotic celebration at New York was the raising of the National flag at the Navesink Highlands. A flagstaff, 135 feet high, had been erected by the Lyceum League of America, which numbers 30,000 members; and on this was first hoisted the Paul Jones Alag, “the original Stars and Strips made by the hands of patriotic women of Philadelphia during the days of the American Revolution.” This was raised by Mrs. H. R. P. Stafford, a descendant of Paul Jones. It was then lowered and a beautiful flag, presented by the League, was raised by Mrs. Schuyler Hamilton, Honorary Regent of the New York State Daughters of the Revolution. Salutes were fired by the Miantonomoh, an oration was delivered by Mr. Amos P. Wilder, and “The Banner that Welcomes the World," written for the occasion by Mr. Hezekiah Butterworth, was read by Madame Alberti.

DICKENS. The heroine of Dicken's novel of “The Old Curiosity Shop" is a beautiful and delicate creation, whose devotion to her grandfather, and childlike wisdom, sharpened to an unnatural extent, are beautiful, says a critic, in the extreme. The poetry of her death is still finer, and the very prose, if but divided into lines, will, as Mr. Horne pointed out in “The New Spirit of Age,” form that kind of gracefully irregular blank verse which Southey and Shelley have used. The following is from the description of Little Nell's funeral, without the alteration of a word:

“When death strikes down the innocent and young,
From every fragile form, from which he lets

The parting spirit free,

A hundred virtues rise,
In shape of mercy, Charity, and Love,

To walk the world and bless it,

Of every tear
That sorrowing Nature sheds on such green graves,

Some good is born, some gentle nature comes.”' WILSTACH. “Ocean Currents.” As Longfellow in his “Seaweed” treats of the Atlantic agitated by equinoctial storm, so in the poem “Ocean Currents” an endeavor has been made to treat, in a similar metre of the Pacific warmed by the Southern current.

IBID. The Ballad of Rosalie. The incident whereon these verses are based may be found related in one of the earliest numbers of Blackwood's Magazine.

FREMONT. “The Wanderer” republished from Littel's Living Age, and ascribed by the New York Evening Post to General John C. Fremont.

with my

GREENWICH, CONNECTICUT, JUNE 30, 1893. To EDITOR OF MAGAZINE OF POETRY: I send you regards, but oh, such sad regrets, a photograph of the plot and grave of my late gifted son, Francis Saltus Saltus, now resting in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. This entire plot of some eight hundred square feet, is entirely covered with flowers, the border in white, the body of plot in purple, and the grave (raised) in white. No adequate idea can be formed of its perfect beauty, without a personal view, but I assure you that the result is magnificent, regal and royal. It is but just that the grave of the poet should be covered with earthly flowers, who, when in life, gave utterance to so many “Flowers of Thought," that blossomed into perfect song. Very sincerely yours,

FRANCIS H. SALTUS. THOMAS. "A Vision of Brave Men” was read at the Fourth of July exercises at the Columbian Exposition.

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MORRIS, LEWIS. Songs Unsung. London: Kegan Paul, Trench & Co., 1886. F. cap, Svo, pp. 8 and 180.

MORRIS, LEWIS. Songs of Two Worlds. London: Kegan Paul, Trench & Co., 1885. F. cap, 8vo, pp. 12 and 424.

FITZGERALD, MARCELLA AGNES. New York: The Catholic Publication Society Co., 1886. 12mo, pp. 10 and 504.

WILSTACH, JOHN AUGUSTINE. The Angel and the King, and Other Poems. Buffalo: Charles Wells Moulton, 1893. 12mo, pp. 12 and 441.

Hamm, MARGHERITA ARLINA. Miscellaneous poems.

ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM. Songs, Ballads, and Stories. London: George Bell & Sons, 1877. Izmo, pp. 9 and 341.

KINNE, SOPHRONIA Young. Miscellaneous poems.

BATES, Katherine LEE. The College Beautiful. Cambridge, Mass.: H. O. Houghton & Co., 1877. 16mo, pp. 4 and 71.

Wood, Mary C. F. Sea Leaves, by Camilla K. Von K., Santa Barbara, 1887. 12mo, pp. 3 and 178.

PATMORE, COVENTRY. The Angel in the House. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1876. vols. in one, pp. 10 and 201, and 10 and 204. HIBBARD, GRACE. Wild Poppies.

Buffalo: Charles Wells Moulton, 1893. 16mo, pp. 8 and 106.

VICTOR, FRANCES FULLER. The New Penelope. San Francisco: A. L. Bancroft & Co., 1877. 12mo, pp. 6 and 349.


KLINGLE, GEORGE. In the Name of the King. New York: Frederick A. Stokes & Bro, 1888. 16mo, pp. 199.

KLINGLE, GEORGE. Make Thy Way Mine. New York: White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886. 16mo, pp. 5 and 103.

MALONE, WALTER. The Outcast and Other Poems. Cambridge, Mass.: The Riverside Press. Izmo, pp. 8 and 103.

Malone, WALTER. Narcissus and Other Poems. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Co, 1893. 12mo, pp. 6 and 118.

NASON, EDWIN FRANCIS. Miscellaneous poems.

Wilcox, EllA WHEELER. Poems of Pleasure. Chicago: Belford, Clark & Co., 1888. 12mo, pp. 158.

Wilcox, ELLA Wheeler. Poems of Passion. Chicago: Belford, Clark & Co.

Wilcox, ELLA WHEELER. Maurine and Other Poems. Chicago: A. C. McClurg & Co., 1886. Izmo, pp. 5 and 254.

RAGSDALE, LULAH. Miscellaneous poems.

BUSKIRK, CLARENCE A. A Cavern for a Hermitage. New York: John B. Alden, 1889. 18mo, pp. 93.

GORTON, CYNTHIA M. R. Miscellaneous poems.

WHITMAN, SARAH HELEN. Poems. Boston: Houghton, Osgood & Co., 1879. 12mo, pp. 12 and 261.

Morris, LEWIS. Songs of Britain. London: Kegan Paul, Trench & Co., 1887. F. cap, 8vo, pp. 8 and 180.

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For copyright poems and other selections, the editor returns thanks to F. A. Stokes Company, New York; J. B. Lippincott Co., Philadelphia, Pa.; Morrill, Higgins & Co., Chicago, I11.; John B. Alden, New York; Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston, Mass.; Kegan, Paul, French & Co., London; The Catholic Publication Society Co., New York; Charles Wells Moulton, Buffalo, N. Y.; George Bell & Sons, London; E. P. Dutton & Co., New York; A. L. Bancroft & Co., San Francisco, Cal.

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