divided into three books, the first of which pursues the following argument:

BOOK I.-There is one God of whom mind is an offspring through division; Wisdom and Death are personified;-man represents the evil nature and woman a nature that was "slain" by her faith in the Word of God, while Adam of the Covenant fills the figure of Christ, who, as the Voice of God, is the Bow of the Conqueror. As the Forbidden Tree is the sword of the Divider, the records of the Heavenly Garden are of knowledge of which Israel is an allegory, and the visions of St. John, revelations. The first description is of the rise and fall of the first Kingdom of Knowledge, a house that was built on the sand.

BOOK II.-This is a description of the second Kingdom of Knowledge, where man by eating the Forbidden Fruit, awakes from spiritual death, recalls his knowledge of the past, and is born a living soul. The seven angels with the seven trumpets are symbols of the curses under which man fell and his resurrection.

BOOK III.-Adam, the Temple of the Voice, of which Christ is the finished work, is measured into years from Eden to Calvary; Christ is the figure of the two witnesses of God. The generations of Wisdom are recalled as visions. Mystery is spiritual night, to which the presence of God is the corresponding

day. The image of the spoken word preserves a knowledge of the light while darkness reigns. In Adam the generations of knowledge are perpetual, who is of Wisdom the first, and last, the beginning and the end. May the conditions of man always meet the demands of knowledge.

ELLA HIGGINSON.

In speaking of Mrs. Ella Higginson, the "Oregonian" recently said:

"Mrs. Higginson is a typical American woman, a very interesting conversationalist, and she has achieved brilliant success as an author of both prose and poetry. She has taken several first prizes for stories, the last being the McClure prize of $500. The products of her pen are eagerly sought by Eastern publishers, and are now issued by the McMillans. Her latest books are 'The Flower That Grew in the Sand,' 'From the Land of the Snowpearls,' and 'A Forest Orchid,' and she will soon have ready a new book of poems entitled 'When the Birds Go North Again.'

Mrs. Higginson began her literary career in Oregon, wrote her first story for the Oregon Vidette, in Portland, in 1879. She passed her girlhood in La Grande and Oregon City, and has many pleasant memories of those towns, and especially of the inspiring scenery surrounding the

well-named Grand Ronde valley. Before marriage she was Miss Ella Rhodes, and her old schoolmates well remember her, and are glad that her literary productions are brightening thousands of homes throughout the land and that her fame is growing.

BLANCHE FEARING.

All peoples have had their blind bards who gave the world some message that was withheld from those "who having eyes yet see not;" and we say this is a Homer who inspired the soldiery of the world, or an Ossian who made Scottish legends more precious, or a Milton who "undertook what no man ought to have undertaken, and Idid with it what no other man could have done" -described heaven. It would be presumptuous to claim that we have had either of these, but we have had a blind poetess who like a comet swept suddenly across our orbit. Her name was Lilian Blanche Fearing. No one knew whence she came or whither she went; but sometime in the quiet city of Roseburg she learned of a sleeping infant and left these lines which may be found in her book entitled "The Sleeping World":

LET HIM SLEEP.

Oh, do not wake the little one,
With flowing curl upon his face,

Like strands of light dropped from the sun,

And mingled there in golden grace!

Oh, tell him not the moments run

Through life's frail fingers in swift chase!

"Let him sleep, let him sleep!"

There cometh a day when light is pain,
When he will lean his head away,
And sunward hold his palm, to gain
A respite from the glare of day;
For no fond lip will smile, and say,
"Let him sleep, let him sleep!"

Hush! hush! wake not the child!

Just now a light shone from within,
And through his lips an angel smiled,
Too fresh from heaven for grief to win;
Oh, children are God's undefiled,

Too fresh from heaven to dream of sin!

"Let him sleep, let him sleep!"

The volume, which contains a score or more of short poems, reveals poetic ideas as well as poetic language; and when you find both in the same selection you are pleased with it and feel like lingering on certain choice passages so as to drink in the full meaning; and, frequently, the reader yields to the inclination to read the entire poem again and again. The authoress exhibits many indications of growth, so that later, we may expect another and a greater volume from her pen.

HENRY H. WOODWARD.

Near where the Umpquas meet, "the veteran soldier-poet," Henry H. Woodward, has pitched his tent and sung his song. Quiet, homelike and peaceful are his haunts; sweet, tender, and serene, his song. A half century of travel and war and touch with men rings in the "Lyrics of the Umpqua." The spirit of his song is love and friendship, and religion as influenced by the land and the sea; and he records a memorial to many a friend who lives in poetry, but not in the history of men. It is true that he is neither a Shakespeare, a Milton, nor a Byron, but his writings prove to us that he has a good heart, that he upholds the right, and speaks a cherry word to every fellow traveler; hence we sit down contentedly under his melodies, little regarding the strain of his song or the march of its music.

In his "Mariner's Life" we read

"On the raging deep they often see
Humanity's blessings freely poured;

Where the weak to the strong for succor flee,
And pity is oft in a rough bosom stored."

In the "Apostrophe to the Ocean" are these lines,

"Deep and expansive sea which encircleth

This terrestrial sphere, sublimely