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The hills look over on the South,
And the southward dreams the sea,
Where 'mid the gores the raspberry
She listened with big-lipped surprise,
She knew not those sweet words she spake,
But there's never a bird, so sweet a song
Oh, there were flowers in Storrington
But the sweetest flower on Sussex hills
Her beauty smoothed earth's furrowed face!
A look, a word of her winsome mouth,
A berry red, a guileless look,
A still word,-strings of sand!
And yet they made my wild, wild heart
For standing artless as the air
The fairest things have fleetest end;
She looked a little wistfully,
She went her unremembering way,
She left me marveling why my soul
At all the sadness in the sweet,
Still, still I seemed to see her, still
Look up with soft replies,
Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
As I time mine to the echo, over hill and over valley,
I am marching, marching ever to that unseen bugle's call!
MARY STEWART CUTTING.
-Happenchance, May, 1894.
OCH, Katie's a rogue, it is thrue,
She dazed, an' she bothered me, too,
Till one mornin' we wint fur a ride,
Wid the wickedest hat
An' me heart, arrah thin, how it bate!
Fur me Kate looked so temptin' an' swate,
Wid cheeks like the roses
That grow in the gardin so nate.
But I sat jist as mute as the dead,
I'd have gone wid me cousin instade."
Though I lived to be wrinkled an' owld,
An' I said: "If I dared to do so,
Uv thim lips that are coaxin' me so.
Thin she blushed a more ilagint red, As she said, widout raisin' her head, An' her eyes lookin' down 'Neath her lashes so brown: 'Ud ye like me to dhrive, Misther Ted?" C. H. THAYER.
THE Robin sings in the apple boughs,
The Bobolink trills in the grass,
And blossoms sweep like drifts of snow
O'er the meads where the south winds pass.
But birds and blossoms are naught to me;
For Love and Hope have gone with my dead
I call in grief through my tears all day
GILBERT L. EBERHART.
-For The Magazine of Poetry.
IF human voice may on the plastic disk Breathe into being forms of beauty rare, And we may see the voices that we love Take shape and color, infinitely fair,
May not the lofty mountains and the hills Be voice of God, His song the gentle flowers, His chant the stars' procession, and alas! His only sigh these human hearts of ours? ELLEN KNIGHT BRADFORD. -Century Magazine, June, 1894.
A GRAIN of sand that fain would stay
A drop of rain that dares to say,
CHARLES S. O'NEILL. -Donahoe's Magazine, June, 1894.
CARLYLE. "Drumwhinn Bridge" is ascribed to Carlyle by W. H. Wylie and was published in Leigh Hunt's London Journal, for October 22nd, 1834.
SUCKLING. "A Ballad on a wedding." The wedding was that of Roger Boyle, Lord Broghill, afterwards Earl of Orrery, with Lady Margaret Howard. Mr. Hazlitt thinks that the ballad is addressed to Lovelace.
SMITH, C. JAY. "What Can I Fear?" has been set to music by the distinguished American composer, Reginald DeKoven.
THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY.
OSEPH O'CONNOR was born in Tribes Hill,
JOSEPH O'CONNOR, was born
Montgomery County, N. Y., on December 17th, 1841. His family, though not blessed with an abundance of this world's goods, was notable for strong intellect and high ideals. From his father and mother, Joseph O'Connor received a heritage of character, the development of which has made him the powerful personality he is to-day. His early education was obtained in the common schools, and later in the Rochester Free Academy and the University of Rochester. He received with much distinction his Bachelor's Degree in 1863. His brother Michael, having joined the Union ranks, it devolved on Joseph to turn his hand to something that would bring immediate financial returns for the family, and he occupied himself in various pursuits from 1863 to 1866, when he became instructor in the Free Academy. Here he remained till 1869, when he was admitted to the bar. Disliking, however, the practice of the law, he entered the field of journalism, in which he has since gained such signal triumphs. From 1870-73 he was connected with the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle. In 187475 he was associate editor of the Indianapolis Sentinel, a position he resigned to go on the New York World, where he remained from 1875-79. In the latter year he was offered the associate editorship of the Buffalo Courier, of which later on he became editor-in-chief. His refusal to endorse Grover Cleveland in 1884, aroused much bitterness among that politician's friends, and Mr. O'Connor cut the Gordian knot of controversy by his resignation. He was immediately offered the editorship of the leading Republican paper of Buffalo, but being a Democrat, he conscientiously refused. The Rochester Post-Express was then in process of reorganization, and Mr. O'Connor was selected as its managing editor. This paper, under his direction, has become one of the recognized potential journals of the country. So highly is it rated, that Charles A. Dana, in the New York Sun, described its editor,
To northward, heaved in broken lines,
About their heads the vapors dim;
Its towers are granite, strong and gray;
There pictures strange, great painters' dreams,
And many a snowy statue gleams
The care-worn sculptor's frozen thought;
Fair gardens rich in summer bloom,