... 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 ...

... AND STILL TIIE Y COME. (to the jiixok poets.) A grey goosequill is a nag at will, And foolscap white a plain, A cult complete is stirrup to the feet, And rhyme is a jingling rein. One shaft of wit is a lance most fit, Conceit is a splendid spur, And a good thick hide sure shield for the side, Lest the critic prove a cur. Are ye not well 'quipt Let your hacks he whipt, The windmill whirls ...

... . I '111 somewhat of a bard the fact is I 'in master at all sorts of lines, And just to keep myself in practice I wrote some pretty valentines. And now I see how deep my folly No wonder I am feeling blue n wnndnr T ant momiifin nl v I know no girls to send them to -Judge. ...

... . She calls me up; and Jimmy smiles, For A lady wants you, Sir! And then, across a dozen miles, I stand and talk with her. Her laugh has just its clear, sweet ring, Her voice its natural tone, But, hang it all! I miss one thing I can't be kissed by telephone Neiv York Life. ...

... THE TIREI) MARQUIS. A Study in Emancipation.) There was a merry Marquis once, who tired of London town, And longed to lead a lambkin's life upon some lazy down; Quite bored by Courts (he'd tried all sorts!) and sick of cigarettes. He sighed for those Arcadian Vales where there are no more debts! So, mounting on his Arab steed, he rode from Belgrave Square, On, on, and on, until he reached-- ...

... . one was a summer maiden, Slender, seductive, and fair He was a Harvard student, With a very distinguished air. They drove, they danced, and they boated, And flirted away the days He talked of college and football, And she of society's ways. But oft on the moonlit evenings, When they sauntered along the shore, They murmured of dearer topics That figure in lovers' lore. Yet they parted at last ...

... IN AOEA GLEN. In yon valley I had friends once, There I have friends no more, For lowly lies the rafter And the lintel of the door. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone's black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place I loved of old. The fires were scarce in ember, Or the windows blank and dim, And the song was scarce concluded, Or the garden out of trim, When up came good ...

... . If all the M-orld were right, Hon- fair our love n-ould grow At what a golden height Its spotless flower could blow Through uhat untroubled air Its fragrant boughs n-ould spread! On fruit how sn-eet and rare Should we be freely fed! But, ah! u-hat could n-e tend With sorrow and delight? Our hearts how should n-e spend If all the n-orld M'cre right? DOI.LIE EADFOED. ...

... OMAE AT MAELOW. BY GRANT ALLEN. Too long have we dallied, my Omar, too long, With metres austere and iambic: A rapider measure I ask for my song, Anapæstic, abrupt, dithyrambic. The reddest of roses my locks shall entwine, And-- ho there! Luigi or Carlo! A beaker this way of the ruddiest wine That lurks in the cellars of Marlow! Is it chance, is it fate, that has guided our crew To a nook by ...

... Within an album quaint, to read With you of love is sweet indeed And yet such words--'- affection's token-- Methinks wire sweeter still if spoken 1 nmu uou lull its panes by. maiden fair, and let us try- Cora Ruscii. ...

... In the summer she lingers for hours In her garden 'mid blossoming bowers Her pretty while gown Which is softer than down. Set off by the roses and flowers. Hf I (jsrca:-/ ...

... . A LIBRARY PET. I have among the treasures in my library a thing I wouldn't swap for any crown that's worn by any king. 'Tis not a book or manuscript, 'tis no engraving rare, But just a little bookworm that is lovely past compare. It lies upon my desk at night when I perchance do read, Ecstatic grows when I rehearse aloud some daring deed, For 'tis an educated worm, this little pet of mine, ...