. . . . . Legal Proceedings against Animals, 552 Royalties, 411 499 Reminiscences, Some, of English 653 831 191 02 440 Some Memories of the Queen's Child- 119 214 321 396 440 467 499 558 563 644 675 749 113 811, 870 837 843 . Fly, . . Philomele, 91 199 150 To the Summit of the Jungfrau by 211 330 445, 529 671 392 Trappist Monastery, A, in Natal, 680 737 589 203 719 728 37 fessors on 83 273 ters, 300 347 Wars, Little, A Great Country's 470 POETRY. 562 At Dawn, 2 Cricket, The 154 410 Day, The, Beyond 626 Beauty, To a 346 . Doubtful Acquisition, A 314 199 Their Wedding Day, 273 Thaker Pertáb Singh: A Tale of an Indian Famine, . 445, 529 671 719 13, 76 37 INDEX TO SUPPLEMENTS VOLUME CCXIV. READINGS FROM AMERICAN MAGAZINES. 759 762 Bird Artists, 475 Oliphant's, Mrs., Best Novel, 473 . “Courtiers of Democracy,,; . . Childish 131 Pirates, Pessimists and Philanthro483 pists, 474 Criticism in America, 756 135 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 . 139 west, 757 Star, The, of the Japanese Stage, 477 Science, The New 755 Fiction, The “Vortex" of 481 University Problem, The, in AmerGreencastle Jenny, ica, 133 132 Gibson's Pictures of English Life, United States, The, at the Exposi- 702 Hunting Down the Plague, 129 481 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, 492 Caravan, A, in the Congo Forest, 487 Political Prisoners, English Treat ment of English Treatment of Political Pris 147 oners, 147 Ebb Tide, On the . 765 150 Sky-Gazing, 767 “Garden, The Scented" 489 Twentieth Century Bank Parlor, A 141 Hunt-Supper in Old Virginia, 485 House of Dreams, The . 770 Verse, Some Recent 150 Literature, The Disparagement of Women in 144 Women, The Disparagement of, in 144 152, 496, 776 FOR Six DOLLARS remitted directly to the Publishers, THE LIVING AGE will be punctually for- warded for a year, free of postage. Remittances should be made by bank draft or check, or by post-office money order, if possible. If obliged to register letters when requested to do so. Drafts, checks, and money-orders should be made 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. dew-wet face, 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. Paradise And leave thee so? SONNET. 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, “Love, Good-night," JEAN BLEWETT. |