yet a child, and he entered Louisville College. At the close of his educational course he taught school for awhile, then studied law, but in 1859 became connected as editor with the Louisville Daily Democrat, since which his labors have left him but brief opportunities for the cultivation of poetry. JIMMY'S WOOING. The wind came blowing out of the West, The wind came blowing out of the West: The swallows skimmed along the ground, And Jimmy mowed the hay; The swallows skimmed along the ground, And rustling leaves made a pleasant sound, Like children babbling all around— As Jimmy mowed the hay. Milly came with her bucket by, And Jimmy mowed the hay; Milly came with her bucket by, A rustic Ruth in linsey gown And Jimmy mowed the hay; A rustic Ruth in linsey gown, He watched her soft cheeks' changing brown, And the long dark lash that trembled down, Whenever he looked that way. Oh! Milly's heart was good as gold, The rain came pattering down amain, Sat sheltered by the hay. The merry rain-drops hurried in Under the thatch of hay; The merry rain-drops hurried in, And laughed and prattled in a din, Over that which they saw within, Under the thatch of hay. For Milly nestled to Jimmy's breast, For Milly nestled to Jimmy's breast, And when the sun came laughing out And when the sun came laughing out, Lewis Morris. Morris, born at Carmarthen, South Wales, Jan. 23d, 1833, graduated at Oxford with the highest classical honors in 1855; studied law, and practised at Lincoln's Inn till 1872. His "Songs of Two Worlds" appeared in three series in 1872, 1874, and 1875. His "Epic of Hades," which was not published in its completed form till 1878, has passed through ten editions in England, and been republished by Roberts Brothers, Boston. In 1878 appeared "Gwen;" and in 1880 "The Ode of Life." Morris is the representative of an old Welsh family, and is a greatgrandson of Lewis Morris (1702-1765), the Welsh antiquary and poet. IT SHALL BE WELL. If thou shalt be in heart a child, It shall be well with thee indeed, Not where, nor how, nor when we know, It shall be well with thee, oh, soul, DEAR LITTLE HAND. Dear little hand that clasps my own, Embrowned with toil and seamed with strife; Pink little fingers not yet grown To the poor strength of after-life,— Dear little eyes which smile on mine, With the first peep of morning light; Now April-wet with tears, or fine With dews of pity, or laughing bright. Dear little eyes! Dear little voice, whose broken speech All eloquent utterance can transcend; Sweet childish wisdom strong to reach A holier deep than love or friend: Dear little voice! Dear little life! my care to keep THE TREASURE OF HOPE. O fair bird, singing in the woods, Thrill through thee ere thy song be done: Because the summer fleets so fast; Because the autumn fades so soon; Because the deadly winter treads So closely on the steps of June? O sweet maid, opening like a rose In Love's mysterious, honeyed air, Dost think sometimes the day will come When thou shalt be no longer fair: When Love will leave thee and pass on To younger and to brighter eyes; And thou shalt live unloved, alone, A dull life, only dowered with sighs? O brave youth, panting for the fight, And thine a still unhonored name: When all thy hopes have come to naught, And all thy fair schemes droop and pine; And Wrong still lifts her hydra heads To fall to stronger arms than thine? Nay; song and love and lofty aims May never be where faith is not; Strong souls within the present live; The future veiled,-the past forgot: Grasping what is, with hands of steel, They bend what shall be, to their will; And, blind alike to doubt and dread, The End, for which they are, fulfil. Edmund Clarence Stedman. AMERICAN. Born in Hartford, Conn., in 1833, Stedman was educated at Yale College, but did not graduate. His mother, whose maiden name was Dodge, was first married to Mr. Stedman, of Hartford, but after his death became the wife of William B. Kinney of the Newark Advertiser, subsequently United States Minister to Sardinia. Edmund inherited his mother's poetical tastes. He has publish ed "The Diamond Wedding: Poems Lyric and Idyllic (1860); "The Blameless Prince, and other Poems" (1864); also a poem on Hawthorne; and "The Victorian Poets" (1879), a series of careful critical sketches. Not wishing to trust wholly to literature for a support, he became a member of the New York Stock Exchange, and was suc cessful in his operations. The British Quarterly Rave refers to him as "one of the most versatile, as well as one of the most refined and artistic of American poets." As a critic, too, he has won distinction. PROVENÇAL LOVERS. AUCASSIN AND NICOLETTE. Within the garden of Beaucaire "Now, who should there in Heaven be "There are the barefoot monks and friars Who'd care with folks like these to dine? "To Purgatory I would go With pleasant comrades whom we know, "There, too, are jousts and joyance rare, "Sweet players on the cithern strings, To have you with me there below,”— HOW OLD BROWN TOOK HARPER'S FERRY. John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, [of might; Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the Border strife grew warmer, [in the night; Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, Should be a name to swear by, in backwoods or in Then his beard became more grizzled, and his wild blue eye grew wilder, And more sharply curved his hawk's-nose, snuffing battle from afar; Then he grasped his trusty rifle, and boldly fought And he and the two boys left, though the Kansas for freedom; Smote from border unto border the fierce, invad [ing band; strife waxed milder, [der War, Grew more sullen, till was over the bloody Bor |