Slike strani

Then, as o'er Latmian leas of yore

She rose to greet Endymion,

Full-orbed and fair the moon outshone Above the wide Pacific shore.


In dreary, ceaseless monotone

The raindrops fall; The wind makes intermittent moan

In tree-tops tall.

No traveier braves the murky night,

Nor beast nor bird. Together huddle, as in fright,

The shivering herd.

Within a room where watchers weep

A maiden lies,
The seal of everlasting sleep

Upon her eyes.

Beyond the billow's briny crest

The day is born. Her lover there, hope in his breast,

Smiles on the morn.

THE SNOWDROP. You ask why Spring's fair first-born flower is

white: Peering from out the warm earth long ago,

It saw above its head great drifts of snow,
And blanched with fright.

Athwart chill skies, as gray as steel,

The winter's barbèd arrows dart;
Yet none will house regret who feel
Perennial summer in the heart.

Her eyes are like unfathomable lakes
When brightly o'er them morning radiance breaks,
And yet the mariner had best beware,
For many valiant hearts lie shipwrecked there!

How great her gifts! her open heart

Has yielded much to bless mankind,

And in her bosom still we find
A precious treasure-house of art.

- Fiesole.

NIGHT. Swift comes the dusk, prophetic of the stars, And then the stars with their inviolate arc Of peaceful beams.

- Baalbec. HAPPINESS.

The overflow
Of joy and peace that her heart had known
In the calm sweet days that were fleet to go.

The Crucifir.

My heart is glad with life, and yet

These emerald spears that gently wave
(Alas! why can I not forget?)
Will one day nod above my grave!

- Grass. POMONA.

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So when the door of dawn grew aureate,
And broken was the dim night's peaceful hush

By harvesters uprisen to greet the morn,
They knew Pomona had passed by in state,
For on the apples was a rosier blush,
And on the grapes a richer lustre born.

- Pomona.
Her heart the tear a holy angel shed,"
And lo! he smiled, and smiling passed away.

-Into a Dream Came Love.



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was born on January ioth, 1860, at the old parsonage of Douglas, a parish on the east side of the St. John River, only a few miles above Fredericton, the capital of New Brunswick. His father, the Rev. G. G. Roberts, had been appointed rector of the parish soon after his marriage with Emma W. Bliss, one of that Loyalist family which traces its descent through a line of lawyers back to the Rev. Daniel Bliss, Emerson's progenitor and the first pastor of Concord. In less than a year after the birth of their son, Mr. Roberts was transferred to Westcock, in Westmoreland County. Here, in that charmed land of wind and meadows and dikes and seafaring folk, which has lent its enchantment of flying color and bending grass to " In the Afternoon," " Tantramar Revisited” and many another bit of inspired realism,

"the long strong wind, thro' the lonesome

Golden afternoon" blew rough and blithe under the youngster's hair. “ Inspired realism,” indeed, is only a make-shift term. There is a quality in these poems and their fellows, which teaches everyday things, pasture lands and fishing boats and the common work of men, and enables them,- sets them in their higher more subtile relations with the beauty and sweep and pathos of those shadows on the face of Nature which man calls life and death.

In 1874 Mr. Roberts, père, again removed his family, this time to Fredericton, where he undertook the responsibilities of the rectorship whose duties he continues to discharge, with an unfailing kindliness, with a thorough goodness and gentleness of heart that have secured a large share of love among his townsmen. Mr. Roberts, poet, entered the College School in that town, upon a two years' course of preparation for college. His only Teacher up to this time had been his father; he now passed into the hands of Mr. George N. Parkin, head master of the school (whose predecessor, by the way, was Dr. Roberts, Professor Roberts' grandfather) a teacher of remarkable quickening power, whose ideas on English public school life and on “ The Reorganization of the British Empire” we have just been reading in The Century. Roberts remained at this school until 1876. In that year he won the silver medal of the school for proficiency in classics, and matriculated at the University of New Brunswick, also in Fredericton. Here he won a Classical Scholarship at the end of his freshman year, a gold medal for Latin prose at the end of his second year, and graduated with honors in Mental and Moral Philosophy and Political Economy in June, 1879. At the end of his summer vacation after graduation he was placed in charge of the grammar school at Chatham, N. B. In the summer

of 1880, Roberts's first volume, “ Orion and Other Poems," was published. Towards the end of the same year, on December 29th, Mr. Roberts was married to Mary Isabel Fenety, daughter of George E. Fenety, Esq., of Fredericton.

In 1881 Prof. Roberts received the degree of M. A. from his Alma Mater, and in 1882 was appointed master of one of the public schools in this “ Shadowy town of the tall elm trees," a position he retained for a little more than a year. In December of the same year, 1883, The Week was started in Toronto, Ont.,-a new departure in Canadian journalism, whose subsequent unqualified success in work of a high grade gives interest to the fact that Roberts was its first editor. His connection with it, however, was not a long one; and in 1885 he was called to the chair of English and French in King's College, Windsor, Nova Scotia, where he now lives. His second volume of verse, “In Divers Tones," appeared in the first months of 1887. Poems of Wild Life," edited by him has just been added to the series of Canterbury Poets, and a college text-book of Shelley's “ Alastor and Adonais," with critical introduction and notes, will soon be in press.

Not to speak of the original work of Professor Roberts, it is safe to say that his marked success as a teacher is due to an unswerving and strongly individualized energy of purpose, coupled with wide sympathy and an unusually inspiriting enthusiasm for literature, and directing a penetrating critical faculty. He is a strenuous lover of his native land, (one almost says, of his native soil,) sturdy, virile, patriotic, easy of approach, a good friend, and (if one may venture a hazarded opinion) butan indifferent enemy. It is upon the loyal, uncompromising and unquestioning patriotism of such men that Canada,-- the true Canada, mindful of her history, loving her heroes, keeping faith with the greatness of her destiny, rests her bid for fame and honor among the Nations.

B. C.


White as fleeces blown across the hollow heaven, Fold on fold thy garment wraps thy shining

limbs; Deep thy gaze as morning's flamed thro' vapors

riven, Bright thine hair as day's that up the ether

swims. Surely I have seen the majesty and wonder,

Beauty, might, and splendor of the soul of song;
Surely I have felt the spell that lifts asunder
Soul irom body, when lips faint and thought is

Surely I have heard
The ample silence stirred

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