Her shoes of gold,

When fancy spreads her wing;

The flower of hope that lights new fairy lands

Is mixed with poppies in the old,

And all the sons of men confess:

Ah, it is spring, spring, spring!

DORA READ GOODALE.

-Godey's Magazine, March, 1894.

IMPRISONED.

'Tis strange you think her, standing cold and dumb,
Defying life with her grief-haunted eyes,
And holding back the wailing woman-cries
That from her sisters oft are wont to come
When anguish bows them? Nay, she is not strange.
Some sorrows can cry out for human aid,
While others lie beyond the mortal range

Of mortal love. 'Twas such dire woe that laid
A hand on her. This iron grief which scarred
Her soul's white truth has kept its portals barred.
MAUD ANDREWS.
-Harper's Weekly.

THE FLOWER OF SORROW.
SUMMER comes, and summer goes,
But of all months of all years
There is falling of tears;
Summer comes, and summer goes,

All hours are griefs, and the sower sows:

To-day and to-morrow

The flower of sorrow Buds and blows.

LIFE AND LOVE.

LIFE has hurried love away,

As though he never knew its birth; Love holds no lasting fealty here Upon this solemn earth.

Love, the bondsman, came an hour
To sport above the web of things;
Life, the master, went his way—
Crushed are the irised wings.

MELVILLE UPTON.

-Scribner's Magazine, March, 1894.

RACE.

LEAVE me here those looks of yours!

All those pretty airs and lures,
Flush of cheek and flash of eye;
Your lips' smile and their deep dye;
Gleam of the white teeth within;
Dimple of the cloven chin;
All the sunshine that you wear
In the summer of your hair;
All the morning of your face;
All your figure's wilding grace;
The flower-pose of your head; the light
Flutter of your footsteps' flight:

I own all, and that glad heart
I must claim ere you depart.

Go, yet go not unconsoled!
Sometime, after you are old,
You shall come, and I will take
From your brow the sullen ache,
From your eyes the twilight gaze
Darkening upon winter days,
From your feet their palsy pace,
And the wrinkles from your face,
From your locks the snow; the droop
Of your head, your worn frame's stoop,
And that withered smile within

The kissing of the nose and chin:

I own all, and that sad heart

I must claim ere you depart.

I am Race, and both are mine,
Mortal Age and Youth divine:
Mine to grant, but not in fee;
Both again revert to me
From each that lives, that I may give
Unto each that yet shall live.

W. D. Howells.

-Harper's Magazine, April, 1894.

NOTES.

Mr. C. W. Moulton-Publisher Magazine of Poetry. DEAR SIR:-Some time since you published in your Magazine, a poem beginning

"The light is fading down the sky,

The shadows grow and multiply-"

and signed, I believe," Harry Bloomer," or something near it. I must inform you that the article was stolen, bodily, with, I believe, not one change, and " Harry Bloomer" should be punished severely for his base and mean theft, and for imposing on you. I wrote the article more than twenty years ago-I believe it was first published in the Atlantic Monthly and it was included in my second collected volume. It is clearly your duty to publish these facts and bring the thief to justice, and I expect to hear that you have done so, as soon as sufficient time has passed after you receive this notice. I have suffered too much from plagiarists to allow it to pass unnoticed, and of course it is for your credit and that of your magazine to set yourself right before the public. Many persons know the real authorship of the poem, for it was not only widely copied after its first appearance, but it was set to music and published as sheet music more than once. I remember now that a musician of your own city, Mr. Alfred M. Pease, set it to music, and it was sung by Madame Albani at her concerts, so it became widely known. I hardly know which to admire most, the dishonesty of "Harry Bloomer," or his brazen effrontery in stealing a thing so widely known.

IBID. Piero Da Castiglione. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1890. 16m0, pp. 121.

SHERMAN, IRA E. Miscellaneous poems. BOTTA, ANNE C. L. Poems. G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1881. 12mo, pp. vi and 167.

REED, JOSEPH SAMUEL. Winnowed Grasses. Indianapolis: The Bowen-Merrill Co., 1892. 12m0, pp. vi and 151.

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BOOKS RECEIVED.

LUMMIS, CHARLES F. The Land of Poco Tiempo. Illustrated. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1893. 8vo, cloth, pp. 310.

WHYTE, ALEXANDER, D. D. Bunyan Characters: Lectures delivered in St. George's Free Church, Edinburgh. Philadelphia: Presbyterian Board, 1893. 12mo, cloth, pp. 281.

GIBERNE, AGNES. Sun, Moon and Stars. Astronomy for Beginners. With a preface by the Rev. C. Pritchard, M. A., F. R. S. New York: American Tract Society, 1893. 12mo, cloth, pp. 334.

STONE, MARY K. A. "As Thy Days," and other Verses New York: James Pott & Co., 1893. 12mo, cloth, pp. 32.

LATIMER, ELIZABETH WORMELEY. Russia and Turkey in the Nineteenth Century. Chicago: A. C. McClurg & Co., 1893. 12mo, cloth, pp. 413.

SAVAGE, M. J. Jesus and Modern Life. With an introduction by Professor Crawford H. Toy. Boston: Geo. H. Ellis, 189312mo, cloth, pp. 229.

LORD, JOHN, D. D., LL. D. Two German Giants: Frederic the Great and Bismark. With two portraits. New York: Ford, Howard & Hulbert, 1894. 12mo, cloth, pp. 173.

VOL. VI.

M

ROSE TERRY COOK.

RS. ROSE TERRY COOK was born on a farm near Hartford, Conn., 17th February, 1827. Her father was Henry Wadsworth Terry, and her mother's maiden name was Anne Wright Hurlbut, and she was a daughter of John Hurlbut, of Wethersfield, Conn., who was the first New England shipmaster who sailed around the earth. When Rose Terry was six years old, her parents moved into Hartford. Her father educated her in out-door lore, and she was familiar with birds, bees, flowers and sunshine. She was carefully trained at home, and in school she was brilliant and noted for the ease with which she learned and for her skill in versification when only a child. She was graduated in 1843, and, although only sixteen years old, be-` came a teacher in Hartford. She afterwards taught in New Jersey. Family needs called her home, and she then began to study with the intention of becoming an author. She published poems in the New York Tribune, and at once won a reputation. She published her first story in Graham's Magazine in 1845. Her reception was encouraging. Other productions followed, and in a short time she published a volume of verse. She contributed to Putnam's Magazine, Harper's Magazine and the Atlantic Monthly poems and stories, and her productions were in general demand. In 1872 she became the wife of Rollin H. Cooke, a Connecticut manufacturer, and they lived in Winsted for some years. Her most important works are "Poems by Rose Terry" (Boston, 1860), "Happy Dodd" (Boston, 1879), "Somebody's Neighbors" (Boston, 1881), "Root-Bound" (Boston, 1885), and "The Sphinx's Children" (Boston, 1886). Her short stories, humorous and descriptive, of New England life would fill several volumes. She died in Pittsfield, Mass., 18th July, 1892. H. A. V.

REVE DU MIDI.

WHEN o'er the mountain-steeps The hazy noontide creeps,