I wish you were here! Were I duller The necklace you fastened askew! Was there ever so rude and so reckless A darling as you? I want you to come and pass sentence How thrilling, romantic, and true! The Master (his bride was a goosey!) They tell me Cockaigne has been crowning A Poet whose garland endures; It was you who first spouted me Browning, — That stupid old Browning of yours! His vogue and his verve are alarming, I heard how you shot at the Beeches, THE PROTEST. There's a whisper of hearts you are breaking, Dear Fred, I believe it, I do! Small marvel that Fashion is making Alas for the world, and its dearly But perhaps one is best with " a measure Of pelf," and I'm not sorry, too, Your whim is for frolic and fashion, Your taste is for letters and art; - Love, some day they'll print it, because it Was written to you. FREDERICK LOCKER. THE PROTEST. I COULD not bear to see those eyes On all with wasteful largesse shine, And that delight of welcome rise Like sunshine strained through amber wine, 13 But that a glow from deeper skies, From conscious fountains more divine, Be beautiful to all mankind, As nature fashioned thee to be; 'T would anger me did all not find JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. Q FROM "MAUD." UEEN rose of the rosebud garden of girls, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near; The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;" LOVE'S MEANING. She is coming, my own, my sweet; Would start and tremble under her feet, ALFRED TENNYSON. 15 LOVE'S MEANING. THOUGHT it meant all glad ecstatic things, And strong desire, and keen, delicious pain, Now with a sad, clear sight that reassures Lest, seeing that for which my sore heart sighs, I seek my own good at the cost of yours, CARLOTTA PERRY. N° SONG. OT from the whole wide world I chose thee RICHARD WATSON GILDER. THE THE WOMAN'S CAUSE. HE woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink We two will serve them both in aiding her,- That seem to keep her up, but drag her down; Within her, let her make herself her own To give or keep, to live and learn and be But diverse could we make her as the man, |