а . . . Corps in. By Board 239 Admiral Sir A. H. Markham, 25 333 258 194 450 569 14 451, 534 153 west. By Coningsby Wil- 2866 SOS 17.5 Death, The. By James A. 74 Persecution of the Prussian Poles, 36 578 741 381 242 818 eray's Characters. By Lewis 67 Time: 13 58 . Reading of the Colonial Girl, The. By Constance A. Barnicoat 220 90 702 west. By Coningsby Wil- 266 66 741 131, 534 Textual Critics and English Verse 481 types of Some. By Lewis 67 230 102 By Monsignor Count Vay de 173 2 386 821 tion and Reminiscence. By 205 378 19. . . . 798 United States, the, Britain and . 140 Weather, Bad, The Charm of - 444 United States, The Coming Strug; When the World's Asleep. By A. gle in the 182 130 United States, The, and Japan 56 White Man, The, and the British United States, the, Japan and. By Empire. By A Looker-On 602 Sydney Brooks 323 Whitewashing of English, The 187 Utopias, On Modern: A Letter to Winter Sleep of Plants, The. By H. G. Wells. By Vernon Lee 3 Felix Oswald, D.Sc. 381 Witch of St. Quenet, The. By Verse, English, Textual Critics Sidney Pickering 621 and 481 With a Car to the German MaVictorian Drawing-Room, The. By nouvres. By the Author of Herbert Paul 675 "On the Heels of De Wet" Village Almshouse, The 314 666, 735, 789 Visioned City, A. By Gerald Women and Happiness 379 Gould 2 Women and Politics. By Caroline Visit to Both Camps, A 189 579 Voyage of the "Scotia,” The. By Woods in Winter, The 700 Admiral Sir A. H. Markham, K. C. B. 25 Zionists, The. By C. R. Conder 159 On Modern Utopias : An Open Letter to H. G. Wells. By Vernon Amelia and the Doctor. Chapter VI. The Colonel and His Grand- daughter. By Horace G. Hutchinson (To be continued) The Voyage of the “ Scotia.” By Admiral Sir A. H. Markham, K. The Persecution of the Prussian Poles. By Posen. A Publisher in Peace Time. By John Murray A Visioned City. By Gerald Gould For Six DOLLARS remitted directly to the Publishers, The Living AGB will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage, to any part of the U.S. or Canada. Postage to foreign countries in U. P. U. is 3 cents per copy or $1.56 per annum. Remittances should be made by bank draft or check, or by post-office or express money order, if possible. If neither of these can be procured, the money should be sent in a registered letter. All postmasters are obliged to register letters when requested to do so. Drafts, checks, express and money orders should be made payable to the order of The Living AGE CO. A VISIONED CITY. JUNE. I gathered with a careless hand, Dark red roses in a honeyed wind There, where the waters night and swinging, day Silk-soft hollyhock, colored like the Are languid in the idle bay, moon; A little heap of golden sand; Larks bigh overhead lost in light, and And, as I saw it, in my sight singing; Awoke a vision brief and bright, That's the way of June. A city in a pleasant land. Dark red roses in the warm wind fallI saw no mound of earth, but fair ing, Turrets and domes and citadels, Velvet leaf by velvet leaf, all the With murmuring of many bells; breathless noon; The spires were white in the blue air, Far-off sea-waves calling, calling; And men by thousands went and That's the way of June. rame, Rapid and restless, and like flame Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet Blown by their passions here and there. leaves hidden, Honeyed as the damask rose, lavish as With careless hand I swept away the moon, The little mound before I knew; Shedding lovely light on things forgotThe visioned city vanished too, ten, hope forbiddenAnd fall'n beneath my fingers lay. That's the way of June. Ah, God! how many hast thou seen, Nora Chesson. Cities that are not and have been, By silent hill and idle bay. Gerald Gould. THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH. Since dawn was budding in the sky, And now the Sun is low. I have been down with sorrow in the We did not pause at noon to say, deep, "Already, half the day is done." Where never ray of light can pierce We passed the golden time in play the gloom, And did not mark the Sun. Alas! that night-fall comes so soon For us who revelled in the light. Pray God, there be a fair full moon, There lie the buried hopes of all the And stars be bright. years, Frederick Brough. Lost lives, and broken hearts and The Academy. TO A CHILD. I know not, child, how far thou art, I have been long with sorrow .If the Nor where thy home is in the sky, day Only I feel about my heart Should ever dawn when I am free Thine arms continually. from pain, And love lead gently back to life O sightless eyes, O folded bands, again, Compass and pilot now are ye Can I forget that I have passed this To guide me to the sunlit lands way? Beyond the sunless sea. Will Foster. The Academy. The Speaker. |
