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LOVE'S BLINDNESS.

In child's Chinese and grown folks' Greek, my

tables oft I said. The higher mathematics — they seem very low

to me

Now do I know that Love is blind, for I

Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,

No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky,

Seres Spring's maturity, checks Summer's birth, Leaves linnet's pipe as sad as plover's cry,

And makes me in abundance find but dearth. But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thou

With orient eyes dawnest on my distress, Suddenly sings a bird on every bough, The heavens expand, the earth grows less and

less, The ground is buoyant as the ether now,

And all looks lovely in thy loveliness. - National Review.

ALFRED AUSTIN,

I know in Heidelberg's Great Tun how many gills

might be. The thousand answers in my Book will tell you

things like those, But what you ask I cannot tell; and so, there's no

one knows." The Great Wise Man went on his way, as great and

wise men will; I fear me much that foolish child is small and

foolish still. - Wide Awake, April, 1889. ADELINE V. POND.

THE STONES OF MANHATTAN.

I TREAD the stones of Manhattan; I, who have

journeyed far From the meadow-sward and the moss-bank, and

the streamlet's pebbly bar; I, who have wandered hither, allured by the tales

they told Of how the stones of Manhattan were reeking with

ruddy gold.

WHAT THE GREAT WISE MAN SAID. It was a small and foolish child who met the Great

Wise Man, And opening wide his Question-Bag, 'twas thus the

child began: O, Great Wise Man, I've questions here that long

have puzzled me, And if you've answers that will fit, I'll buy me two

or three. First, can I make a new pig's ear out of my old

silk purse ? Is killing time like eating dates, or is it really

worse? Next, what do little fishes do, to keep their stockings

dry ? And, since the water is so wet, how do they ever

In the dear old mountain woodland, where maple

and birch and pine Were linked with the swaying reaches of purple

clustered vine, Where violets blue and yellow, and crimson lilies

grew, And the hawthorn's bloom in spring-time was

studded with starry dew. Over the shelving ledges, over the granite floor, Over the bowlders and pebbles, chanting its dryad

lore, Over its stony pathway, sang a brook with silver

tones God! what a stranger stream is roaring over Man

hattan's stones!

cry?

Pray what's the fish that gives us scales where

with we weigh our words ? Could people really kill a stone, if they should use

two birds ? Then, last of all, please tell me, sir - and this is

question seven Is't raining up or raining down, when they have

rain in heaven?” The Great Wise Man thought hard and fast; his

finger-ends he bit; He searched in vain his Answer-Book for answers

that would fit. At lası he said. “I know great things; when I was

very young, In nine-and-ninety languages I learned to hold

my tongue. And back rds, even when asleep, or standing

on my head,

Dazzled by phantom fortune, I followed that brook

adown, Where its turbid waters tarried a space by the

teeming town, And on through the dreary lowland, with deeper

and darker flow, Till its dusky waves were lighted with the city's

lurid glow, Till the crystal stream was swallowed in a slug

gish, polluted tide, Till the hoing forest voices in the babel clamor

died,

Till swept like a leaf on the torrent I was whelmed

where the breakers beat, Where the seething, surging human tide flows

over Manhattan's street.

I tread the stones of Manhattan, the stones that

are hard to my feet — As hard as the hearts around me, as hard as the

faces I meet. Hot is their breath in summer, with fever of selfish

greed, Cold is their touch in winter, as hearts to the hand

of need. My heel strikes fire from the flint, but the spark is

dead ere it burns Strikes fire in my angry striding, but is bruised by

the stone it spurns And echo scorns with a stony voice the cry of a

soul's despair Breathed out on the thunderous throbbings of the

city's desert air.

Oh! faithless stones of Manhattan, that tempted

my boyish feet Away from the clover-meadow, from the wind

woven waves of wheat! I thought ye a golden highway; I find ye the path

of shame, Where souls are sold for silver, and gold is the

price of fame! But my weary feet must tread ye, as slaves on the

quarry floor, And my aching brain must suffer your pitiless

uproar, Till the raving tide shall sweep above, and careless

feet shall tread On the fatal stones of Manhattan, over my dream

less bed! - The Open Court. Willis FLETCHER JOHNSON.

brought me a subject. Her mother, during the morning, had called her attention to an item in a newspaper, in these words: “A very aged man in an alms-house, being asked what he was doing now, replied, 'Only waiting '." She requested me to write upon this theme and after a little further talk left me and I went to my little study, and in a short time had written the stanzas. I remember that I carried them down stairs and read them to my mother. The young lady who made the sugges. tion is now the wife of Prof. Marden of Colorado Springs College. Soon afterward I sent the verses to the Waterville Mail for publication and they first appeared in print in that paper, Sept. 7, 1854. It was immediately and widely copied, and for twenty years as a nameless waif found its way into numerous collections of poetry and music. Its furo ther history has not been always a peaceful one. Its authorship was elicited by the inquiries of Dr. James Martineau, of London, England. It was claimed not only by myself but by another lady, a resident of Iowa. Dr. Martineau was sufficiently interested to make a thorough investigation of the double claim. At his request I gave all the circumstances of the original writing, with the address of Mrs. Marden, who gave me the subject, also that of Mrs. Goodwin, of Boston, now a trustee of Wellesley College, who, as the friend of my girl. hood, heard the poem read before its publication. I sent a small manuscript book of verses written between the ages of twelve and twenty, in which “Only Waiting" was copied at the time of its composition. The editor of the Waterville Mail furnished the date of its first publication. The other lady was sufficiently generous in furnishing statements, but failed to bring forward dates and addresses. Soon after examining all the testimony, Dr. Martineau wrote me a kind letter of thanks for the poem and expressed his entire confidence in my claim. Several other would be authors of the little hymn have appeared at intervals, the latest appearing within a few months in Pasadena, California. But there are none who attempt to prove any such ownership. The New York Independent of Jan. 24, 1874, published a history of the hymn written by the well-known hymnologist, Prof. Bird, of Lehigh University. The American Bookseller of March, 1886, published the same history with fuller details. All the later collections of poetry credit the poem to me, and it has place in my own volume, “ Legends, Lyrics and Sonnets,” published in 1883. The little hymn was written without a thought of its possible popularity but has not ceased in all these years to claim from me frequent attention.

F. L. M.

NOTES.

TODHUNTER. The edition of Mr. Todhunter's poems consulted in the preparation of this study contains many MS. corrections by the author.

IBID. The “Shan Van Vocht," or Poor Old Woman, is a popular type of Ireland. The Bodach. glass (gray goblin) is a phantom appearing to the dooined. MACE. The poem

Only Waiting" was written by me under these circumstances: In the summer of 1854 a friend and fellow contributor to the Waterville Mail, called on me one afternoon at my father's house in Bangor, Maine. Poetry, as usual, was our theme, and she remarked that she

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CRANDALL. “ The Fair Copy-Holder" first ap- in Salem, Mass.; studied at Harvard College, and peared in the Century Magazine.

at the Scientific School; also studied engineering in

Germany. CHANDLER. “In Advance" first appeared in the

He took up literature as a profession in

1871, and is now one of the leading novelists of Century Magazine

this country. BURDETTE. “Running the Weekly" first appeared

SPENCER. In regard to “ Living Waters” it is in the Brooklyn Eagle.

like its author in that it has no history such as can Foss. * Sebastian Morey's Poem" first appeared be told. It was written and published while I was in the Yankee Blade.

still in my teens, and was one of the easiest things

I ever wrote. All I remember about it is that it CLARK. This poem,“Leona," was written in 1859,

came to me one summer's day when I was dewhile the author was watching by the bedside of a

liberately trying to be lazy mentally,- having been dying mother, and when--as he says ---"the impulse to write was irresistible." It made its first appear

ordered not to think -- and of course I couldn't help

writing it out. I believe the idea came without ance in the Home Journal the same year, and it is

any provocation, and completed itself without claimed by that newspaper to have“ won the honor of being the most widely copied poem ever pub

coaxing. It was very easily and quickly done.

Usually there is a sticking-place somewhere, and lished in this country." It is also claimed that

sometimes a good deal of sticking, but I don't resome scores of children have been named for it.

member any in that case. Nor did I ever think ALLEN. This poem, “Rock Me to Sleep, Mother," much of the verses, although it is true that they has been set to music by several composers. A have been liked and praised by good authorities. dispute as to the authorship of the words attracted

C. S. S. wide attention. Mrs. Allen wrote them in Port- BALLARD. I cannot now indicate the exact numland, Me., early in 1859, and sent them from Rome ber of Good Cheer in which the little verses I send you in May, 1860, to the Philadelphia Saturday Evening first appeared. Sunlight" was written under no Post. The validity of her claim was presumable, particular circumstance — being simply a recol. not only from the fact that she had placed the lection of a childish fancy of my own, I used to piece in her volume of “ Poems" before the dis- like to shoot arrows -- sometimes gilded for the cussion arose, but also because she was the only purpose-up into the light just after sunset, to see claimant that had written poems equal or superior them glitter. Perhaps the first time was to the disputed one. That she was the real author accident.

H. H. B. was demonstrated by William D. O'Conner in a

BLACKMORE. Mr. Blackmore is a leading English long article in the New York Times of May 27, 1867.

elist, the author of Lorna Doone." RICHARDSON. The author of this poem,“The Nau

CARNEY. “ Little Things" was written, the tilus and Ammonite," G. F. Richardson, F. G. S., of the British Museum, author of a Geology in Bohn's

author says, probably in the spring or early summer

of 1845, while she was attending a phonographic Scientific Library, thus prefaces the poem: “ The

class held at Tremont Temple, Boston. It was extinction of an entire genus is strongly exampled

written one morning during a ten ninutes' session in the instance of the ammonite. The two shells

devoted to composition. The author further says: occur in the earliest formations, and both are found

“At noon the same day, the office boy who came simultaneously up to the chalk, where the ammon

for the previously engaged tract, - or leaflet ite ceases to exist, no specimen of that genus being

brought a note from the editor of our Sabbathfound in deposits which overlie that deposit, while

school paper, now The Myrtle, but I am not sure the nautilus survives at the present day. This

which of several former titles it bore at that time. separation — the fact that 'the one is taken and

He wished for some little scraps to fill up vacant the other left' – has appeared to the author a fit

space, poetry preferred. In the haste of the school subject for poetic illustration, and has given rise

noon, I rummaged desk and brain. I have forto the poem."

gotten what else I found then, but remember hastily HAWTHORNE. In a letter to the editor Mr. Haw

penciling from memory, while the boy waited, the thorne says: “ The waif you speak of under the little rhymes of the morning which would else have name of · Free-Will' was not put forward as a poem, passed into oblivion. They appeared with only the but simply as a rhymed statement of an idea. It signature of “ Julia," then well known in our deappeared in the London Spectator some ten years nomination. In a few weeks one could hardly take ago.” Julian Hawthorne was born June 22, 1846, up a paper which did not contain them. A Methodist

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BIBLIOGRAPHY.

WORKS CONSULTED IN THE PREPARATION OF THIS

NUMBER OF “ THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY.”

paper added a verse about little pennies." Very soon it was found in several different school books, among them the books used in my own school."

LACOSTE. Epes Sargent in “ Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American Poetry,” says:

“. Miss Lacoste, born about the year 1842, was a resident of Savannah, Ga., at the time (1863) she wrote the charming little poem of 'Somebody's Darling.' Without her consent, it was first published, with her name attached, in the Southern Churchman. It has since been copied into American and English collections, school-books, and newspapers, with her name; so that her wish to remain anonymous seems to be now impracticable. Her residence (1880) was Baltimore, and her occupation that of a teacher. In a letter to us (1880), she writes: 'I am thoroughly French, and desire always to be identified with France; to be known and consid. ered ever as a Frenchwoman.

I cannot be considered an authoress at all, and resign all claim to the title.' The patriotism of Miss Lacoste is worthy of all praise; but if she did not wish to be regarded as an authoress, and a much esteemed one, she ought never to have writ. ten · Somebody's Darling.' The marvel is that the vein from which came this felicitous little poem has not been more productively worked."

DICKINSON. The poem, "The Children," has been often attributed to Charles Dickens. Some careless compositor may have been originally responsible for the mistaken credit, owing to the similarity of names, as Mr. Dickinson formerly wrote his without the “middle letter.” When the poem was penned — which was in the early summer of 1863 — its author was a schoolmaster at Haverstraw, on the Hudson. He had to meet the almost universal dislike of scholars to writing compositions, and he chose a happy way of meeting it, by proposing to write something himself, to read on a Saturday afternoon, if they would do the same. posal made and accepted, the teacher's part on the programme must be filled, and hence we have“ The Children," written after school as dismissed on Friday afternoon, and before it opened on the following morning. The verses were sent to a Boston paper for which Mr. Dickinson was then writing, and immedia tely won their way to popular favor. In the winter of 1863-4 the poem was published in the “ School Girl's Garland," a compilation of poetry by Mrs. C. M. Kirkland, and has since been copied into several other collections of

A. A. H. MASON. “ Be Like the Sun" first appeared in The Atlantic Monthly for June, 1879.

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TROWBRIDGE, Joun TOWNSEND. The Vagabonds, and Other Poems. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co., 1887. c. 1869. 16mo, pp. 4 and 172.

Jbid. The Emigrant's Story, and Other Poems. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co., n. d. C. 1874. 16mo, pp. 6 and 173.

Ibm. The Book of Gold, and Other Poems, with illustrations. New York: Harper and Bros., 1878. Svo, pp. 81.

IBID. A Home Idyl, and Other Poems. Boston. Houghton, Mifflin and Co., 1881. rómo, pp. 3 and 165.

IBID, The Lost Earl, with Other Poems and Tales in Verse. Illustrated. Boston: D. Lothrop Company, n. d. c. 1888.

8vo, pp. 158. THOMAS, Edith M. A New Year's Masque, and Other Poems. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co., 1885. 16mo, pp. 5 and 138.

Ibid. Lyrics and Sonnets. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co., 1887. 16mo, pp. 136.

TODHUNTER, JOHN. Laurella, and Other Poems. London: Henry S. King and Co., 1876. Crown Svo, pp. 10 and 275.

IBID. Alcestis: a Dramatic Poem. London: C. Kegan Paul and Co., 1879. Fcap 8vo, pp. 8 and 131.

IBID. Forest Songs, and Other Poems. London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co., 1881. Small crown 8vo, pp. 9 and 103.

Ibid. The True Tragedy of Rienzi, Tribune of Rome. London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co., 1881. Small crown 8vo, pp. 10 and 122.

IBID. Helena in Troas. London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co., 1886. Small crown 8vo, pp. 3 and 83.

IBID. The Banshee, and Other Poems. London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co., 1888.. Small crown Svo, pp. 10 and 148.

MACE, FRANCES L. Legends, Lyrics and Sonnets. Second edition. Boston: Cupples, Upham and Co., 1884. c. 1883. 16mo, pp. 5 and 227.

IBID. Under Pine and Palm. Boston: Tickoor and Co., 1888. 12mo, pp. 222.

HARBALGH, THOMAS C. Maple Leaves. Poems. Second edition. Cincinnati: Robert Clarke and Co., 1884. 16mo, pp. 160.

The pro

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READ, JANE MARIA. Between the Centuries, and Other Poems. Boston: Henry A. Young and Co., 1887. 12mo, pp. 206.

KENYON, JAMES B. Out of the Shadows. A Song, with Variations. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott and Co., 1880. 16mo, pp. 96.

Ibin. Songs in All Seasons. Boston: Cupples, Upham and Co., 1885. 16mo, pp. 138.

IBID. In Realms of Gold. New York: Cassell and Co., n. d. c. 1887. 16mo, pp. 109.

NEVIN, EDWIN H. Lyra Sacra Americana, by Charles Dexter Cleveland; and miscellaneous poems.

GREENWELL, DORA. Poems (selected), with a Biographical Introduction by William Dorling. The Canterbury Poets, edited by William Sharp. London: Walter Scott, 1889, 18mo, pp. 22 and 245.

KOOPMAN, HARRY LYMAN. Orestes, a Dramatic Sketch, and Other Poems. Buffalo: Moulton, Wenborne and Co., 1888. 16mo, pp. 192.

Ibid. Woman's Will. A Love-Play in Five Acts, with Other Poems. Buffalo: Moulton, Wenborne and Co., 1888. 16mo, pp. 6 and 63.

Barbe, W. T. W. Song of a Century. A Cen. tennial Ode. Read at Morgantown, West Virginia, October 25. 1885. Parkersburg: Printed for Private Distribution.

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A Poem. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1855. 12mo, pp. 58.

IBID. Lyrics of a Day: or Newspaper Poetry. By a volunteer in the U. S. service. New York: Carleton, 1864. c. 1863. 12mo, pp. 160.

IBID. Wr -Lyrics and Other Poems. Boston: Ticknor and Fields, 1866. C. 1865. 12mo, pp. 8

BONNEY, Callie L. Bonnie Bon Bons.

An unpublished volume.

ARNOLD, MATTHEW. Poems. New and complete edition. London: Macmillan and Co. 12mo, pp. 7 and 369.

GUNDRY, ARTHUR W. Miscellaneous poems.

eron.

PEACOCK, THOMAS BROWER. Poems of the Plains and Songs of the Solitudes, together with “ The Rhyme of the Border War.” Third edition, revised. With biographical sketch of the author and critical remarks on his poems by Prof. Thomas Danleigh Suplee, A. M., Ph. D. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1889. 12mo, pp. 14 and 336.

and 213.

McNAUGHTON, John Hugh. “ Bable Brook" Songs. Boston: Oliver Ditson and Co., 1864. 12mo, pp. 237.

IBID. Onnalinda. A Romance. London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co., 1885. c. 1884.

16mo, pp. 256.

IBID, Onnalinda. A Romance. Illustrated. London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co. New York: Onnalinda Publishing Co., 1888. Imperial 8vo, pp. 8 and 209.

IBID. Miscellaneous poems and songs with music.

LEE-HAMILTON, EUGENE. Poems and Transcripts. Edinburgh and London: William Blackwood and Sons, 1878. Crown 8vo, pp. 9 and 171.

IBID. The New Medusa, and Other Poems. London: Elliot Stock, 1882. Crown 8vo, pp. 120.

IBID. Apollo and Marsyas, and Other Poems. London: Elliot Stock, 1884. Crown 8vo, pp. 6 and 138.

Ibid. Imaginary Sonnets. London: Elliot Stock, 1888. 16mo, pp. 10 and 101.

DANDRIDGE, DANSKE. Joy, and Other Poems. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1888.

18mo, pp. 6 and 110.

Roche, JAMES JEFFREY. Songs and Satires. Boston: Ticknor and Co., 1887. 16mo, pp. 103. IBID.

Miscellaneous poems. THAYER, JULIA H.

Miscellaneous poems. EVE, MARIA LOUISE. Miscellaneous poems.

THOMPSON, MAURICE. Songs of Fair Weather. Boston: James R. Osgood and Co., 1883. I 2mo, pp. 5 and 99.

THORPE, ROSE HARTWICK. Ringing Ballads. Including, Curfew Must Not Ring To-night. Boston: D. Lothrop Co., n. d. c. 1887. 8vo, pp. 115. Illustrated.

GORMAN, GEORGE HINES. Miscellaneous poems.

HARPEL, Oscar H. Poets and Poetry of Printerdom, a collection of original, selected and fugitive lyrics, written by persons connected with printing. Cincinnati: Oscar H. Harpel, 1875. 8vo, pp. 397.

CARLETON, WILL Farm Legends. Illustrated. New York, n. d. c. 1875. 8vo, pp. 187.

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