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Legal Proceedings against Animals, 552 Royalties,
Reminiscences, Some, of English
440 Some Memories of the Queen's Child-
150 To the Summit of the Jungfrau by
392 Trappist Monastery, A, in Natal, 680
347 Wars, Little, A Great Country's 470
2 Cricket, The
Day, The, Beyond
Beauty, To a
Doubtful Acquisition, A
Their Wedding Day,
Thaker Pertáb Singh: A Tale of an
Indian Famine, .
INDEX TO SUPPLEMENTS VOLUME CCXIV.
READINGS FROM AMERICAN MAGAZINES.
Oliphant's, Mrs., Best Novel,
“Courtiers of Democracy,,;
Pirates, Pessimists and Philanthro483 pists,
474 Criticism in America,
135 Drum, the, The Passing of
131 Responsibilities, The, of the Civil Engineer,
761 English Life, Gibson's Pictures of 484 East and West Face to Face,
753 Suburban Homes for Wage Earners, 136 English Hospitality in the North- Suicide, Some Causes of .
757 Star, The, of the Japanese Stage, 477 Science, The New
755 Fiction, The “Vortex" of
University Problem, The, in AmerGreencastle Jenny,
132 Gibson's Pictures of English Life,
United States, The, at the Exposi-
702 Hunting Down the Plague,
481 Hungarian Exposition, At the 478 Health, The, of College Women,
482 Wage Earners, Suburban Homes for 136 Wall Street, The Origin of
137 Instability in American Public Life, 480 Women, College, The Health of 482
READINGS FROM NEW BOOKS.
Breakwater, A, of Barbarism,
773 Mangan and His Poetry,
Caravan, A, in the Congo Forest, 487 Political Prisoners, English Treat
ment of English Treatment of Political Pris
147 Ebb Tide, On the .
767 “Garden, The Scented"
Twentieth Century Bank Parlor, A 141 Hunt-Supper in Old Virginia,
485 House of Dreams, The . 770 Verse, Some Recent
Literature, The Disparagement of
Women, The Disparagement of, in
144 152, 496, 776
THE LAVENDER WOMAN-A MARKE'T SONG. That should some hand the chords of
being sweep Crooked, like the bough the March wind bends wallward across the sleet,
To strike a certain sound, this self
would leap Stands she at her blackened stall in the loud market street;
To fullest life, and be awake and whole. All about her in the sun, full-topped, ex
And I am conscious—how, I cannot say, ceeding sweet,
That thou art able, shouldst thou deem Lie bundles of grey lavender, a-shrivel in
it fit, the heat.
To sound the note that wakes to weal
or woe: What the Vision that is mine, coming over But dost thou ask me if I bid thee play and o'er?
The magic strain, or shield my soul froin 'Tis the Dorset levels, aye, behind me and it, before:
I dare not tell thee, for I do not know. Creeks that slip without a sound from
ELLEN THORNEYCKOFT FOWLER. flaggy shore to shore;
Speaker. Orchards gnarled with springtimes and as
gust-bound as of yore.
Oh, the panes at sunset burning rich-red
as the rose! Oh, colonial chimneys that the punctual
AT DAWN. swallow knows!
I cannot echo the old wish to die at morn Land where like a memory the salt scent
As darkness strays, stays or goes,
We have been glad together greeting some Where wealthy is the reaper and right
new-born glad is he that sows!
And radiant rays;
The earth would hold me; every-day, faDrips and drips the last June rain, but
miliar things towards the evenfall
Would weight me fast, Copper gleam the little pools behind the The stir, the touch of morn, the bird that pear-trees tall:
on swift wings In a whirl of violet, and the fairest thing
Goes flitting past. of all, The lavender, the lavender sways by the
Some flower would lift to me its tender sagging wall.
And send its breath Oh, my heart, why should you break at To whisper of the earth, its beauty and its any thoughts like these?
grace, So sooth are they of the old time that they
And combat death, should bring you ease;
It would be light and I should see in thy Of Hester in the lavender and out among
dear eyes the bees,
The sorrow grow, Clipping the long stalks one by one under Love, could I lift my own undimmed to the Dorset trees.
And leave thee so?
It seems to me that somewhere in my
soul There lies a secret self as yet asleep; No stranger hath disturbed its slumbers
deepNo friend dispersed the clouds that round
it roll. But it is written on my fortune's scroll
A thousand bands would hold me down
to this low sphere
When thou didst grieve;
breast, I fear
I'd crave reprieve!
takes her flight,
When shadows creep,