... . By J. Asiiby-Sterry. Author of Tiny Travels, River Rhymes, Shuttlecock Papers, Baud sir Ballads, 6sc„ ...

... . Now the beech's leaf is brown, Now the chestnut patters down, Farewell swallow, seaward flying, From the hours whence sunshine's dying To the sunny South swift skimming, To where Summer knows no dimming, Through dull daylight and wan skies, Far thou lessenest from our eyes From the woods, low moaning on For the sweets of July gone, Thou, wise, winged one, o'er the sea, To far brightness, ...

... MY DEAR OLD RICHMOND HOME BEING milNCESS VICTORIA MAY'S GOOD-BYE TO THE WHITE LODGE. Oh 1 bonnie glints the rising sun On Wimbledon's grey mill, And bonnie when the day is done He sinks o'er Richmond Hill. And bonnie are the woods in May When flecked with scented foam, The brackens green, the hawthorn spray, Around my Richmond Home. There first the blackbird hails the Spring The Summer, the ...

... . By E. E. Pellew. Little fay by wire suspended, Shimmering with electric light, When the brilliant scene is ended Dost thou fade into the night When thy tiny wings are folded That in gossamer were spread, Into human clay now moulded K thy starry garment shed Does the transformation splendour Change into a dingy room Can the realms of light engender Such a farthing candle's gloom? Once a week ...

... BBENTOT Let it be soon Life was not made to long For distant hours of dim futurity Thy presence soothes me like some far-off song. Oh where my heart has rested let it lie, Hope is the morning love the afternoon. Let it be soon Let it be soon The treasured daylight dies And changes sadly to the chill of night But summer reigns for ever in these eyes, And at thy touch grief stealeth out of sight ...

... THE FIRST SALMON. LOCH TAY. Catjld the air, cauld the wattei', heclx hoo our teeth chatter, The sun ower Ben Lawers is blinking through snaw Yet draw on your plaidie, I'll draw in beside ye, The boat it is waiting, it's time we're awa. Some folks say we're doited, but, man, we're delighted, It's little the snaw or the cauld that we fear For the first o' the season we'd risk e'en our reason, ...

... . By Sie Ciiaeles L. Young, Baht. COURAGE, my child! you need not fear, So perfect in your part; A generous welcome waits you, dear; There-- nerve that brave young heart! Bound forward with your winsome grace, Wreathed with the magic flowers There is the cue-- go, take your place In this strange world of ours 1 Forth glides the Fairy from the wings To where bad spirits dwell, And low-voiced ...

... OUR ILLUSTRATIONS. DOUBTFUL CIVILITIES. Ring Henry natn sent ins commissioners down No longer the Abbey mote be. But all the community's gold, every crown, The Abbot hath packed into coffers of brown Prepared to pass over the sea. A messenger, breathless, arrives at the gate, And to the Lord Abbot doth say Sir Ronald, the outlaw, with many a mate, Hath vowed he will have all your money and ...

... . Good -wine needs no bush, but Christmas hissing demands the mistletoe. Once I torget m what old year I was a gay young Volunteer. Boney was coming to put to shame English valour but never came. Nevertheless, on tower and height Waited the faggots for beacon light. Nevertheless, for woe or weal, Ready, aye, ready were flint and steel. Just as before Queen Bess of old Semper eadem was ...

... . Men who make these have an unhappy lot, For them in this the use is near forgot, i. A magistrate in Gloucestershire once known, A party to a very foolish loan. n. Cross o'er to France look on a soldier's head What this word is may readily be said, in. It comes each day And hits away. IV. An English ruler of an Afric town, Killed foully by the foes he had put down, v. A poet of a bygone day ...

... . THROUGH the dense growth of a deep winding glen, Where hollies glisten in the morning sun, And laurels, broom, and briars mingled grow, The groups of beaters entering, force their way With many a Hi, cock! fly, cock! whoop! hulloo! Then, whir-r-r! Mark cock! tumultuous they shout. And down the well-armed line, with curved wings, The dappled beauty speeds a devious course, The hope and ...

... A BEAM OF LE8ER HDBSES. READ, ere sleep on blinking eyelids fell Those random echoes of an age gone by, Sung by the bards of venerable Bell To soothe her sleepless eye, Yates, -whose Pegasus of ragged breed Led in their work that more harmonious quire,. The classic swell of Khyming Bichard's reed, And Orangehlossom's lyre. And for a time I shuddered on the brink, Fearing to tempt the ...