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... POETRY IN HYMNS. A correspondence has taken place between Mr Gladstone and the author of The Laird and His Friends in regard to religious poetry, the latter expressing the view that leading English hymn. writers have not had sufficient literary recogni- ...

... THE POPE AND POETRY. In spite of his 82 years, and his serious occupa- payotin. the Pope still writes poetry. His last effort in this line was a Latin hymn which was composed by Maestro Mustafa, and sung in the Sixtine Chapel last Thursday. ...

... POETRY. SUMMER FLOWERS. Welcome summer, once more coming, Dancing with thy floral train,— Sprightly insects, joyous humming, Join the free birds' tuneful strain Fund thoughts wake of rural pleasures, Happy childhood's golden hours, Earth bespread with ...

... POETRY. 'TIS NEVER TOO LATE TO AMEND!' Tis never too late to amend, Though ever Se) old we be This axiom I mean to defend, That all may its truthfulness see. Tis never too late to amend, The slothful might diligent be; For negligence cliietly doth tend ...

... POETRY. LOOK UP! (BT JOJIN CEITC FILKT TRUCE.) L->ok up! cried the seaman, with nerves like steel, As skyward his glance he cast, And beheld his own son grow giddy, and reel On the point of the tapering mast. Look tip andthebo!d))oy)iftedhisfnce, And ...

... POETRY COME TO THE WOODS. Come to the woods with me- Where nature reigns so blithe and free, Where bounds the deer, where leaps the bare, In liberty and gladness there: Beneath the broad oak's shady bowers We'll gather sweets from budding flowers; Telling ...

... POETRY, LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY ON PRESENTING HER WlTll A SMALL RENDEST CROSS. In memory of Him this Cross retain, Who loving died, that we might love again. Emblem of suff'rin- let It Kindly rest, Ouarding all grief thence, on thj peaceful breast ...

... POETRY. PASSING AWAY. How quickly the bright and beautiful fade, How soon do the loveliest die; And silently droop as though they were made, But to murmur a sad Good bye. The crocus butjraises its golden head, Like a gleam >f the summer sun Then peacefully ...

... POETRY. APRIL RAIN.—BY ROWLAND BROWN. The bright, the beautiful April rain, Comes from the bursting cloud again Each drop seems a pearl from the bracelets bright That clasp the arms of the spirit of light. The angel of love, Who dwells above, And breathes ...

... POETRY. DOYT TELL TH:: WORLD THAT YOU'iUi WAITING THREB summers h:1VC GONE since the first time we met, love, A'.id still 'tis ill vain 1 ask thee TO wed I har no reply but a gentle nut yet, love, WILLI a of vimr lip an,1 a sll,e ol your Ah ùft have ...

... POETRY. THE FLIGHT OF WINTER. BY LEON. EVERY season hath its time;- Spring to burning summer yields; Autumn gilds the ripened fields; Winter follows, clothed in rime. Spring, like some young maiden coy, Shows a blush, and then departs Summer, youthlike ...