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ANARCHISM and Socialism at Geneva, 191 KATTY the Flash,
695 LADIES Lindores, 15, 278, 400, 491, 527
123 MALAY Peninsula, the, Sketches in
707, 798 No New Thing, 38, 204, 358, 588, 651
764 Nasmyth's Autobiography,
67 Perez, Antonio : An Unsolved Histori:
509 Pilgrim Fathers, the, The True Charac-
Rembrandt, The Gospel According to 323
503 Socialism and Anarchism at Geneva, 191
812 Smith, Henry J. Stephen
Treasure Trove at the Cape,
256 Trades'-Guilds of Constantinople, : 746, 620
Katty the Flash,
Wizard's Son, The 147, 225, 295, 335, 433,
469, 552, 619, 785
To know his voice amid a hundred round, The year was in its prime, for June
And feel thy beating heart respond the sound. Was treading on the heels of May;
To lean confiding on his arm, and know, The sun was climbing to high noon,
If danger threatens, 'twill avert the blow; The breezes faint made sportive play,
To listen for his footsteps, and to hear When by the winding Nith we strayed
Thy own heart beat with love, and doubt, and With pilgrim feet, that we might stand
fear ; Where, 'neath the humble rooftree's shade,
To hear at last his step, and rise to greet Oft sung the Bard of Ellisland.
The one thy heart yearns fondly thus to meet; We saw the lassie buskit neat,
To think of him when absent, and to pray The bonnie lassie herding yowes,
For grace to guide him on his per’lous way. And heard the sporting lambkins bleat
To hear him praised for deeds of goodness Among the yellow broomy knowes;
done; The ploughman whistling at the plough,
To see him envied, and to know thou'st won He guided straight wi' tenty hand,
His pure fond love, and that whate'er betide, Where rigs lay red, along the howe,
In weal or woe, thy place is by his side ; The fertile howe of Ellisland.
To love him better in misfortune's hour
Than in his youthful prime, his day of power ; We gazed adown Dalswinton's plain,
To feel, though fortune frown, though friends Across her glowing woods and braes;
forsake, And lilted o'er again some strain, Through which he chanted forth their praise. Canst smile at fate, and cheer and bless his
Though sorrows overwhelm, thou for his sake We watched the shadows come and go
lotWhere high the hills in grandeur stand,
“The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” And fleecy clouds were drifting slow Across the blue o'er Ellisland.
Though sickness bows the form, and dims the
eye We listened as from leafy dell
Whose glance controlled thy youthful destiny ; The feathered chorus rung out clear,
Though pain may chafe that spirit e'en to vent And from the sky there warbling fell
On thee a murmur of its discontent, The trill of lark upon our ear :
Yet o'er his couch wilt thou unwearied bend, And as we heard the mingling strain,
And soothe and bless, though pangs thy bosom We wished that some magician's wand
rend; Might yet be waved, to bring again
To see him suffer, and to feel and know The poet soul to Ellisland.
That e'en thy love cannot avert the blow. We marked the daisy loved so dear,
To watch the livelong night, and weep and The thistle springing 'mong the corn,
pray The op’ning rosebud on the brier,
For him, the loved one, till the dawn of day; The lingering primrose 'neath the thorn; To see the wasted form, the sunken eye We marked them all with loving eye,
Still gazing on thee, though imploringly; Yet plucked them not with ruthless hand, To press thy lips upon the pallid brow, But left them there, to bloom and die,
And try to smile, lest grief thy fears avow; Upon the holms of Ellisland.
To catch from lips so loved the last faint
breath, While down its dale the Nith shall go, Then, shrinking, own the bitterness of death! “Where Comyns ance held high command ;" Chambers' Journal.
M. A. L. While Solway's tide shall ebb and flow,
And lap its shores of yellow sand; While, like a guardian sentinel,
High Criffel still shall proudly stand; While love in loving hearts shall dwell,
SUPPOSING there had been two brothers, twin Wilt thou be loved, dear Ellisland !
At birth, who grew like young plants in the Chambers' Journal.
To youth, but one died, and the other one
When all things else were lost and he undone,
Love of the dead strong and unstain'd alone;
Which thing avail'd of pitying gods to win “Oh, this is woman's love, its joy, its pain.” This boon, Æneas-like to pass the gate, To gaze on him, the loved one, and to trace Living, of Death, and in the fields of Hell His image (which no time can e'er efface) And groves to nether Juno consecrate, On thy heart's tablets ; then, when he is gone, To meet the luckless shade of the boy; but he Men'ry of him may cheer thee when alone; Turn'd his pale face away in loathing, — well, To see him smile, to watch his speaking eye Even so it is with my old self and me. Gazing on thine, as if it asked repoly;