treasures which we have grasped there melt away when we descend from that remote empyrean. Poetry can meet our sorrows face to face, can show us that she also knows them, and can transform them into "something rich and strange" by the suggestive magic of her song. And since there does without doubt exist a kind of transference and metastasis of the emotion, since the force of any strong feeling can to some extent be led off into other channels, the work of Art in the moral work, like the work of science in the material world, is to transform the painful into the useful, the lower into the higher forms of force; to change scorn and anger into a generous fervency, and love that is mixed with sorrow into a sacred and impersonal flame. And of all sorrows the sorrow of bereavement needs this aid the most. For to some troubles a man may become indifferent by philosophy, and from some he may become through virtue free, but this one sorrow grows deeper as the character rises and the heart expands; and an object more unique and lovable is mourned with a more inconsolable desire.

And to such mourners those who trust in an ultimate reunion may often speak with an effective power. For on whatever evidence or revelation men may base this faith for themselves, it does yet unconsciously in great part rest for each man upon the faith of those around him, upon the desire of great hearts and the consenting. expectation of the just.

It is a belief which only in a certain moral atmosphere finds strength to grow; it is chiefly when the conviction of spiritual progress through sorrow is dominant and clear that men are irresistibly led to believe that in this crowning sorrow also courage must conquer, and constancy must be rewarded, and love which as yet has known no bar or limit shall find no limit in the grave. Be this persuasion well founded or not, to those who have intelligence of love" human life without such hope would be itself a chaos or a hell.—Essays Modern.

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LOVE AND FAITH.

Lo, if a man magnanimous and tender,
Lo, if a woman, desperate and true,
Make the irrevocable sweet surrender.
Show to each other what the Lord can do -

Each, as I know, a helping and a healing,
Each to the other strangely a surprise,
Heart to the heart its mystery revealing
Soul to the soul in melancholy eyes -

Where wilt thou find a riving or a rending
Able to sever them in twain again?
God hath begun, and God's shall be the ending,
Safe in his bosom and aloof from men.

Her thou mayst separate but shalt not sunder,
Tho' thou distress her for a little while -
Rapt in a worship, ravished in a wonder,
Stayed on the steadfast promise of a smile.

Scarcely she knoweth if his arms have found her,
Waves of his breath make tremulous the air
Or if the thrill within her and around her
Be but the distant echo of his prayer.

Nay, and much more; for love in his demanding
Will not be bound in limits of our breath,
Calls her to follow where she sees him standing
Fairer and stronger for the plunge of death.

Waketh a vision and a voice within her

Sweeter than dreams and clearer than complaint, "Is it a man thou lovest, and a sinner?

No! but a soul, O woman, and a saint!”

Well if to her such prophecy be given,
Strong to illuminate when sight is dim,
Then, tho' my Lord be holy in the heaven

How should the heavens sunder me from Him?

She and her love - - how dimly has she seen him Dark in a dream and windy in a wraith!

I and my Lord between me and between Him
Rises the lucent ladder of my faith.

Ay, and thereon, descending and ascending,
Suns at my side and starry in the air,
Angels, His ministers, their tasks are blending,
Bear me the blessing, render Him the prayer.

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- The Renewal of Youth and Other Poems.

SIMMENTHAL.

Far off the old snows ever-new
With silver edges cleft the blue
Aloft, alone, divine;

The sunny meadows silent slept,
Silence the sombre armies kept,
The vanguard of the pine.

In that thin air the birds are still,
No ringdove murmurs on the hill,
Nor mating cushat calls;
But gay cicalas singing sprang,
And waters from the forest sang
The song of waterfalls.

O Fate! a few enchanted hours
Beneath the firs, among the flowers,
High on the lawn we lay,

Then turned again, contented well,
While bright about us flamed and fell
The rapture of the day.

And softly with a guileless awe
Beyond the purple lake she saw

The embattled summits glow;

She saw the glories melt in one,
The round moon rise, while yet the sun
Was rosy on the snow.

Then, like a newly singing bird
The child's soul in her bosom stirred;
I know not what she sung-

Because the soft wind caught her hair,
Because the golden moon was fair,
Because her heart was young.

I would her sweet soul ever may
Look thus from those glad eyes and gray,
Unfearing, undefiled:

I love her; when her face I see,
Her simple presence wakes in me
The imperishable child.

- The Renewal of Youth and Other Poems.

ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD.

Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow,
For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven,
For a great sign the icy stair shall go
Between the heights to Heaven.

One moment stood he as the angels stand,
High in the stainless eminence of air;
The next, he was not, to his fatherland
Translated unaware.

- The Renewal of Youth and Other Poems.

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ADAUD, GUSTAVE, a French song-writer;

born at Rubaix, February 20, 1820; died at Paris, April 28, 1893. He was educated at the Collège Rollin, in Paris; and after graduating in 1838 he engaged in work in a business house in his native town. In 1849 he gave up his mercantile pursuits and devoted himself to the writing of songs. His collection of songs, issued in 1849, has been many times enlarged and reprinted. His works as a whole include a number of operettas, one collection of which was published under the title Opérettes in 1867, and another as Théâtre de Fantaisie in 1879; Une Idylle (1861), a novel; Solfège Poétique et Musical (1886); Mieltes Poétiques (1888), and Nouvelles Chansons à Dire ou à Chanter (1889).

His earlier songs were very conventional in subject and tone; but those of later date dealt either in politics and were of a satirical turn, or in society subjects and were sprightly in tone and very unconventional.