NOTHING IS THERE TO COME, AND NOTHING PAST,

A FAREWELL.

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IV.

He leapt into the water,

That rover young and bold;
He gript Earl Haldan's daughter,

He clipt her locks of gold;
"Go weep, go weep, proud maiden,

The tale is full to-day.

Now hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!

Sail westward ho away!"

[Rev. CHARLES KINGSLEY. From "Andromeda, and Other Poems."]

"ALAS! WE THINK NOT THAT WE DAILY SEE, ABOUT OUR HEARTHS, ANGELS THAT ARE TO BE,

OR MAY BE, IF THEY WILL; AND WE PREPARE THEIR SOULS AND OURS TO MEET IN HAPPY AIR."-HOOD.

IN

A FAREWELL.

|Y fairest child, I have no song to give you ;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray :
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long;
And so make life, death, and that vast For-ever
One grand, sweet song.

[Rev. CHARLES KINGSLEY.]

THE FOUNTAIN.

NTO the sunshine,

Full of light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn to night!

BUT AN ETERNAL NOW DOES ALWAYS LAST."-COWLEY.

"WHAT MAN SO WISE, WHAT EARTHLY WIT SO RARE, AS TO DESCRY THE CRAFTY, CUNNING TRAIN

"LIFE THAT IS NOT PURE AND BOLD DOTH TARNISH EVERY MORNING'S GOLD."-WILLIAM ALLINGHAM.

[JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, an American poet of original genius, with a bold fancy, liberal and exalted sympathies, and a rich vein of humour, was born in 1819. He is the author of "The Biglow Papers," and other popular productions.]

"SORROW AND PAIN, AS WELL AS HOPE AND LOVE, STRETCH OUT OF VIEW INTO THE HEAVENS ABOVE."-ALLINGHAM.

THE SEASONS.

BLUE-EYED child, that sits amid the noon,
O'erhung with a laburnum's drooping sprays,
Singing her little songs, while softly round
Along the grass the chequered sunshine plays.

All beauty that is throned in womanhood,
Pacing a summer-garden's fountained walks,

EVEN IN HEAVEN, THIS PRECIOUS EARTHLY LOVE."-ALLINGHAM.

"THE SHADOW DEATH O'ER TIME'S BROAD DIAL CREEPS, WITH NEVER-HALTING PACE, FROM MARK TO MARK."-ALLINGHAM.

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AND SO IT IS THE SWEETEST BLOSSOM DIES ;

BABY MAY.

That stoops to smooth a glossy spaniel down,

To hide her blushing cheek from one who talks.

A happy mother with her fair-faced girls,

In whose sweet spring again her youth she sees,
With shout and dance and laugh and bound and song,
Stripping in Autumn orchard's laden trees.

An agèd woman in a wintry room

Frost on the pane, without the whirling snow--
Reading old letters of her far-off youth,

Of sorrows past and joys of long ago.

[WILLIAM COX BENNETT, a popular song-writer, born in 1820.]

BABY MAY.

HEEKS as soft as July peaches;

Lips whose dewy scarlet teaches
Poppies paleness; round large eyes,
Ever great with new surprise;
Minutes filled with shadeless gladness,
Minutes just as brimmed with sadness—
Happy smiles and wailing cries,
Crows and laughs and tearful eyes—
Lights and shadows swifter born
Than on wind-swept autumn corn;
Ever some new tiny notion,
Making every limb all motion-
Catchings up of legs and arms,
Throwings back and small alarms,
Clutching fingers, straightening jerks,
Twining feet whose each toe works,

THE WRINKLED LEAF HANGS ON, THOUGH FALLING FAIN.”.

ALLINGHAM.

“Ever greatest turns on least-like earth's own whirl to atom-poles decreased."—W. ALLINGHAM

"ALL. MIGHTIEST DEEDS MUCH GLORY LOSE, IF SMALL ONES ARE FORGOT."-GEORGE MACDONALD.

"GOD, IN THE DREARIEST PATH WHICH MEN HAVE TROD,

"A MISTY WIND BLOWS BARE AND RUDE FROM THE DEAD SEA OF THE PAST."-MACDONALD.

SHOWS PRINTS OF SAVING FEET, BOTH OLD AND NEW."-MACDONALD.