. 465 643 . 210 Numidian Pompeii, 59 | St. Petersburg Society, Reminiscences of 208 371 447 442 Sophia Dorothea, The Story of 476 59 Sahara, The Great, A Ride in 505, 565 126 Salisbury, The Marquis of: a Study in 539 355 Simpson Willoughby's Groom, 698 700 697 737 TOLSTOI, Count, A Visit to 793 Tuscan Sculpture, The, of the Renais- sance, 26 Tollemache, Lord, and his Anecdotes, : 632 Town Life under the Restoration, 719 195 575 759 Voles, The Plague of, in Scotland, 250 749 808 817 YARROW, The, . of Wordsworth and Scott, . 252 294 294 Zuider Zee, the, The Draining of . 823 300 683 382 683 . 156 POETRY. 514 Knot of Hair, A 66 London Rose, A 770 London Landscape, A Last Desire, The 130 322 “Mother, I cannot mind my wheel," Mother's Garden, A 66 2 Pan in the Orchard, 2 Paris Sparrows, 130 Rusticus Expectat, : 514 “Solvitur Acris Hyems," Stormy Petrel, Lines on a 258 Shelley's Centenary, 450 450 “ Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung,' Time and Love, 258 Three Stages of Life, 0 642 Tintagel, : 770 Waiting, : 386 Winter Night's Dream, 514, Watching the Doves, Wilde, Oscar . 14 382 TALES. Old Roses, 421, 495 Phil, Row'tilly Girl, The 678 785 Sister, Simpson Willoughby's Groom, : 737 118 . 371 Fifth Serlos, } No. 2505. – July 2, 1892. { S From Beginning, Vol. OXOIV. CONTENTS. II. THE MATHEMATICAL MASTER'S LOVE- IV. AMONG THE CHIEFS OF BECHUANALAND, Fortnightly Review, V. MASHONALAND AND ITS INHABITANTS, New Review, WAITING. Pretty robin, there's a maiden tall, and fair, and rather stately, I am waiting alone while shadows grow, ind the light in the west departeth slow, With a voice as soft as yours is, dwelling Waiting, while breezes come and go, in that very cot, In the sunset glow. And her tresses catch the sunbeams, though she speaks and moves sedately, A rosebud gleams through the failing light, And her eyes are just the color of a blue Just the ghost of a rosebud, pure and white, forget-me-not. In its heart a glistening dewdrop bright Will he come to-night? Whisper, robin - can you tell me is she wan d'ring by the river, “I will come to you when the sun gleams red Where the catkins clothe the willows and O'er the golden.sea in the west,” he said; the water-cresses grow? Alas I the sun has already fled, Tell me robin, pretty robin, and I'll be your And the day is dead. For her father does not love me, and so, The sea gleams grey 'neath the twilight sky, mind you, whisper low. The seagulls homeward wheeling fly Chambers' Journal. M. Rock. To their nests on the cliff-side, bare and high, And still wait I. debtor ever, He is tarrying yet upon his way, PAN IN THE ORCHARD. He carved a flute of elder green, And notched it well and true, Ah! how the perfume of that rose Then pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks, Amid the silence heavy grows ! And merrily he blew. For it was springtime holiday, A sun-tanned boy was he, And a patch' upon his knee. The apple boughs above him flung Their tangled sprays on high, Rough-sketched against the sky. The burden of the hour, He saw the fierce, bluff bumblebee Touse many a clover flower. Oh, you pretty. robin, keeping watch beside a lowly dwelling, Orphaned and poor as poor could be, Where the happy sunshine rushes o'er the The years before him lay gorse bloom bright and gay, Dark billows of an unknown sea, Where the blackbirds and the thrushes are No lighthouse on the way. their loud love-stories telling Do you know, I fancy, robin, you as sweetly And yet, and yet his elder fute sing as they Could bring him comfort true; Do you see that verdant meadow where the He pursed his lips and puffed his checks buttercups are growing, And blew, and blew, and blew! Where the golden-hearted daisies twinkle Maurice Thompson's “ Poems." 'mid the tender grass? Do you mark the lights and shadows that the fleecy clouds are throwing, As across the sky of azure they fantastically pass? MY SRIEND. Just above it there's a cottage, sheltered by My friend is one whom I have fancied cold the budding beeches, In early days of converse, but whose hold Where the cherry bloom is scattered on the Upon my heartstrings grew to links of gold. serried crocus lines By the playful south wind's antics, where the Deep like the sea, with riches still unguessed glistening ivy reaches I cling to what is seen and dream the rest, To the red-tiled roof and chimneys where Knowing that what appears is not the best. the green wisteria twines. Academy. ARTHUR L. SALMON. |