Disconsolate and sad, he wanders to and fro; Thus is it e'er with rebels to our God- Henry's Soliloquy.* IT must be so-Scribo, thou reasonest well- Or whence this secret dread and inward horror 'Tis the ambition that stirs within me; 'Tis ambition itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates undying fame to my aspiring soul. Fame! thou pleasing, flattering thing! Through what variety of trying circumstances must I pass; What calumny and slander must I endure! And, after all, must bear the dread of base responsibility. The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me, But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Thus have I two alternatives-obscurity and fame. My bane and antidote are both before me. This but ranks me with the base herd of nameless mortals, But this informs me I shall never die. Myself, secure in my boundless wealth, can smile At the idle taunts and malicious obloquy of envious foes, And defy their spleen; The town shall pass away, Herbert himself grow cold and shy, And W*d**th be a foe, But I shall flourish in immortal wealth, Unhurt amid the war of ratepayers, The wreck of editors, and the crash of boards. *Henry" was the Chairman of the Cleckheaton Local Board, 1867 or 1868. MISS LUCY ETHEL BIRKBY. BY THE REV. JOSEPH STRAUSS, M.A. PH.D. PRINCIPAL MINISTER OF THE BRADFORD SYNAGOGUE, AND LECTURER IN ORIENTAL LANGUAGES AND LITERATURES AT THE YORKSHIRE COLLEGE, VICTORIA UNIVERSITY; DEPUTY EXAMINER IN GERMAN AT THE ROYAL COLLEGE OF PRECEPTORS, ETC. MISS ETHEL BIRKBY was born at Liversedge on the 30th of September, 1873. She has made many pleasing contributions in prose and verse to the local papers. Though probably the youngest author in this volume, for many years past Miss Birkby's contributions have been looked forward to by the reading public with more eagerness than any other local author. She has been successful in carrying off first honours in each of the numerous competitions in which she has taken part. The titles of some of her prose writings are as follows: "Brother and Sister," "The Pride of Victory, ""The Ghost of the Haunted Bath," "In Days of Old, " "Within Sound of the Sea, " etc. etc. With regard to her poems she has been equally successful. Her style is easy, her diction graceful, and her verse flows smoothly. We give a few specimens, which show her talent in serious as well as humorous poetry. WHEN the field-flow'rs close their petals With a rush of sudden longing With a touch of ancient splendour Then I see the place by moonlight; And those dear, old, terraced gardens Crowding one upon the other, Just as when I saw them last, Esplanade, cliffs, bridge, and gardens Loom from out the happy past. Friendly hands are stretched to greet me, Well-known voices strike my ear, And for one brief joyous moment "Stay forever, fleeting vision; And my outstretched hands grasp nothing Nobody Knows. WHEN Miss Elsie goes walking in search of wild flowers, When young Hudson calls on us and gives himself airs, No one knows when he tells us he's just come from Rome, And when cats meet policemen down area stairs, No one knows that's a game in which two may go shares. When Dick scans his visage with stern looks and grave, And gets the impression he's needing a shave; How they'll find out the spot where his moustachio grows, When sour apples and gooseberries no more are seen, When little Jack hides 'neath the broad window seat, A Rule for Life. READING my inmost heart, what do I see? And which of these, oh! sages, can ye tell, A hollow voice rolls down the ranks of Time, I still hold in my heart and ponder there, Let all the three have place-so shall the Past Lend wisdom to the Present; and at last The Future's joy shall dawn eternally. Two Castles. ONCE on a time, in years gone by, And we quite thought that it would last The sea flowed onward in its might, |