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Buonaparte, The Majorcan Origin of the Family of. By JOHN LEIGHTON,

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Capital and Labour. An Inquiry into the Law of Conspiracy and the
Rights of the Labourer. By JOHN BAKER HOPKINS
Charles I. A Letter from a Citizen of Another World, to Sylvanus
Urban, Gentleman, of London

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Charley Slap's Hounds. By W. F. MARSHALL.

Cleveland: Royalist, Wit, and Poet. By EDWIN GOADBY

Clytie. A Novel of Modern Life. By JOSEPH HATTON :—

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XI.-Ashes

XII.-Alone in London

XIII.-Traps and Pitfalls

XIV. Good Samaritans

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Venus on the Sun's Face. By R. A. PROCTOR, B.A. (Cambridge),
Honorary Secretary of the Royal Astronomical Society, Author of
"Saturn,"
," "The Sun," " Other Worlds than Ours," &c.
Verderer of Dean Forest, The. By CHARLES PEBODY

Waterloo Cup, The. By "SIRIUS"

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THE

GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE

JANUARY, 1873.

ISLES OF THE AMAZONS.

BY JOAQUIN MILLER.

PART V.

Well, we have threaded through and through

The gloaming forests. Fairy Isles,
Begirt in God's eternal smiles,
As fallen stars in fields of blue;

Some futile wars with subtile love
That mortal never vanquished yet,
Some symphonies by angels set

In wave below, in bough above,
Were yours and mine; but here adieu.
And if it come to pass some days

That you grow weary, sad, and you
Lift up deep eyes from dusty ways
Of mart and moneys, to the blue
And pure cool waters, isle and vine,

And bathe you there, and then arise
Refreshed by one fresh thought of mine,
I rest content; I kiss your eyes,

I kiss your hair in my delight:
I kiss my hand to say "Good night."

May love be thine by sun or moon,

May peace be thine by stormy way
Through all the darling days of May,
Through all the genial days of June,
To golden days that die in smiles
Of sunset on the blessed Isles.

HAT way is familiar when journeyed in first?

The new roads are rugged, the pilgrimage hard; No storied names lure you, nor deeds as they erst Allured you in songs of the gray Scian bard. VOL. X., N.S. 1873.

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