le hurried and high, or thoracic, as my Professor, calls it, I watched her a little ly.-It is none of my business.-After all, mponderables that move the world, heat, love.-Habet.] THOMAS HOOD HOMAS HOOD, English poet and humorist, was in London, in 1799; died there 1845. As a e wrote verses and his literary ambitions made when but twenty-three, an editor of the "LonMagazine." Later he edited "The Gem," shed "The Comic Annual," and "Hood's azine." His humor was spontaneous, never d. At times he brought out pathetic pieces showed an inborn tendency to melancholy, te the fact that his work was to make men and see the brighter side. Among his best S are: "The Song of the Shirt," "The Bridge ghs," and "Faithless Nelly Gray." THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS NE more fortunate, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Not of the stains of her- Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful: Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, oop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Or was there a dearer one las for the rarity f Christian charity Under the sun! ', it was pitiful! ear a whole city full, Home she had none. Love, by harsh evidence, Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, The bleak wind of March Or the black flowing river: In she plunged boldly, Lave in it, drink of it, Take he up tenderly, Decently,-kindly, Smooth and compose them; Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, Perishing gloomily, to her rest.— ross her hands humbly, _s if praying dumbly, ver her breast! wning her weakness, Her evil behavior, nd leaving, with meekness, er sins to her Saviour! SONG OF THE SHIRT I fingers weary and worn, ith eyelids heavy and red, at in unwomanly rags, er needle and threadstitch! stitch! ty, hunger, and dirt, with a voice of dolorous pitch the "Song of the Shirt !” |