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“Girl's game! Let's play ‘I spy.' Says I, “Pish! Good for little fry! Marbles?” says I. Says he, “Not I!”

Says he, “Play jack-straws? I've brought mine."

Says I, “Run home ter Poll,
And make her slick your hair down fine,

And give yer yer rag-doll;
We'll drag her 'long in your sweet go-ca:t.”
Says Tommy promptly, "Ain't you smart!"

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Says I, “'ll you play ball? got my bat.”

'S he, “Go to yer grandmother!” 'S I, “Don't you speak to me like that!”

'S he, “What if I should pre-fer?" 'S I, “You best mind”—'S he, “Don't you fret!" 'SI, “ 'll you fight me?” 'S he, “ Jus' you bet!" And then we fight. And when we've done

Our eyes are sometimes black,
And all our buttons mostly gone.

He punches, I punch back;
And when we're tired out, we drop;
And when we've had enough, we stop.
But I like Tommy, he likes me;

There isn't another chap
Will fight so long or readily!

Quick, mother! where's my cap ?
That whistle's Tom! where was it laid ?
Ah, good! He sha'n't think I'm afraid!

GERTRUDE Hall. - From "Allegretto."

God bless us all, the circle round,
Wherever are our dear ones found;
At home, abroad, please God, we say,
God bless His own on Christmas Day.
God bless the golden heads a-rou
Where ruddy hearth flames leap and glow;
God bless the baby hands that clasp;
Heart fibers in their clinging grasp,
God bless the youth with eager gaze;
God bless the sage of lengthened days;
At home, abroad, please God, we cry,
God guard His own, 'neath any sky!
God ease the weary ones who bear
A cumbering weight of grief and care;
God give the wage no ill can spoil,
The honest loaf for honest toil;
We sound the heart-felt prayer and hymn,
And breathe “Amen," with Tiny Tim,
As reverently, please God, we say,
God bless us all on Chrstmas day.

MARGARAT E. SANGSTER. - From "On the Road Home,

NOTES.

THE TRUMPETER.

I blew, I blew, the trumpet loudly sounding;
I blew, I blew, the heart within me bounding;
The world was fresh and fair, yet dark with wrong,
And men stood forth to conquer at the song

I blew, I blew, I blew.
The field is won; the minstrels loud are crying,
And all the world is peace; and I am dying;
Yet this forgotten life was not in vain!
Enough, if I alone recall the strain

I blew, I blew, I blew.

THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON. - From "Such as they Are."

Cary, PHEBE. “A Woman's Conclusion," one of Phoebe Cary's best poems, may be found in The MAGAZINE OF POETRY, Vol. I. No. 4, page 476.

DEVERE. A study of the poems of Aubrey Thomas Del'ere, son of Aubrey DeVere, accompanied by portrait, appeared in the first volume of THE MAGAZINE OF Poetry. The volumes used in this study were sent to the editor through the courtesy of Mr. DeVere.

DICKINSON, EMILY. “Success" was published in “A Masque of Poets,” at the request of “H. H.," the author's fellow-townswoman and friend.

DICKINSON, ELIZABETH Lowe. “ In His Name was written for the society of the King's Daughters.

“ANNIE LAURIE," Mr. Chambers tells us that this song was written by a Mr. Douglass, who paid court to Annie, one of the daughters of Sir Robert Laurie. He was unsuccessful in his suit, as she married a Mr. Ferguson; but he immortalized her name in the vain attempt to engross her affection. The ordinary modern version of the song is no improvement on the original, which may be found in Alexander Whitelaw's excellent Book of Scottish Song,” published in 1875.

J. C. Gavin writes in the Chicago Herald: “I

GOD BLESS US ALL.

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God bless us all! With Tiny Tim,
'Tis thus we finish prayer and hymn,
While cheerily from lip to lip
The Christmas wishes gaily trip;

was raised on the next farm to James Laurie, Annie Laurie's father. I was personally acquainted with both Annie and her father, and also the author of the song. Knowing these facts, I have been requested by my friends to give the public the benefit of my knowledge, which I consented to do. Annie Laurie was born in 1817, and was about seventeen years old when the incident occurred which gave rise to the song bearing her name. James Laurie, Annie's father, was a farmer who lived on and owned a very large farm called “ Tharaglestown," in Dumfriesshire, Scotland. He hired a great deal of help, and among those he employed a man by the name of Wallace to act as foreman, and while in his employ Mr. Wallace fell in love with Annie, which fact her father learned, and forthwith discharged him. He went to his home, which was in Maxwelton, and was taken sick the very night he reached there, and the next morning, when Annie Laurie heard of it, she came to his bedside and waited on him until he died, and on his death-bed he composed the song."

As the original version was published in C. K. Sharpe's “ Ballad Book " in 1824, as song,” Mr. Gavin's statements are not correct. A modern version of the song is herewith given.

MAXWELTON braes are bonnie

Where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie

Gie'd me her promise true,
Gie'd me her promise true,

Which ne'er forgot will be;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.
Her brow is like the snaw-drift;

Her throat is like the swan;
Her face it is the fairest

That e'er the sun shone on,
That e'er the sun shone on,

And dark blue is her ee;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying

Is the fa' o' her fairy feet;
And like the winds in summer sighing,

Her voice is low and sweet,
Her voice is low and sweet,

And she's a' the world to me;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.

Cary, ALICE & PHEBE. Poems of Alice and Phæbe Cary, edited by Mary Clemmer Ames. New York: Hurd & Houghton, 1873. 12mo, pp. 7 and 306.

Cary, PHEBE. Poems of Faith, Hope and Love. New York: Hurd & Houghton, 1868. 16mo, pp. 5 and 249.

Ryan, MARAH Ellis. Miscellaneous poems.

GOULD, ELIZABETH Porter. Stray Pebbles from the Shores of Thought. Boston: T. 0. Metcalf & Co., 1892. 18mo, pp. 7 and 220.

Riley, James. Poems. Boston: T. B. Noonan & Co., 1888. 12mo, pp. 8 and 119.

Ibid. Miscellaneous poems.

DeVERE, SIR AUBREY. Julian the Apostate, and The Duke of Mercia. London: Basil M. Pickering, 1858. 16mo, pp. 20 and 343. IBID.

Mary Tudor. New edition. London: George Bell & Sons, 1884. 16mo, pp. 43 and 330.

Ibid. Sonnets. London: Basil M. Pickering, 1875. 16mo, pp. 9 and 104.

Gibson, R. E. LEE. Early poems. St. Louis: Commercial Printing Co., 1883. 12mo, pp. 6 and 53.

Ibid. Sonnets. Author's edition. 18mo, pp. 14.

an old

GUINEY, LOUISE IMOGEN. The White Sail and Other Poems. Boston: Ticknor & Co., 1887. 12mo, pp. 8 and 150.

RAND, NEHEMIAH WHEELER. Miscellaneous poems.

WRIGHT, Caleb EARL. Frances Slocum. Wilkes-Barré: Robert Baur & Son, 1889. 12mo, pp. 43.

IBID. Sidney Lear. Wilkes-Barré: Robert Baur & Son, 1889. 12mo, pp. 8 and 128.

DICKINSON, EMILY. Poems. Edited by T. W. Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1891. 12mo, pp. 16 and 230.

Ibid. Second series edited by T. W. Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1891. 12mo, pp. 12 and 152.

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RICHMOND, Hiram Hoyt. Montezuma. San Francisco: Golden Era Co., 1885. 12mo, pp. 10 and 182.

Ibid. Miscellaneous poems.

CRUTTENDEN, WILLIAM M. Miscellaneous poems.

CARY, ALICE. Ballads, Lyrics and Hymns. Popular edition. New York: Hurd & Houghton, 1869. 12mo, pp. 9 and 333.

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THE MAGAZINE

MAGAZINE OF POETRY.

Vol. VI.

No. 3

NA Portland, Mer, January 20th, 1806." His father

NATHANIEL P. WILLIS.

and visited Europe a second time. It was during

that visit he published a volume of his poetry and JATHANIEL PARKER was

prose, under the title of “Loiterings of Travel,” and

two plays, “Bianca Visconti” and “Tortesa the was the venerable Nathaniel Willis, who in 1816 Usurer." Upon his return to America it was obvious founded the Boston Recorder, the first religious his health was failing. Intense application, together newspaper ever published. Young Willis received with the shock occasioned by the death of his wife, an excellent preparatory education in the Boston completely prostrated him. He again went abroad Latin School, and then entered Yale College, for a brief stay, during which he was attacked by where he was graduated in 1827. Previously he brain-fever. When sufficiently restored to health, he had written and published anonymously some returned to this country and helped to establish the poems of great merit, chiefly of a religious char- Home Journal, a literary weekly, which was very acter, and won a prize of fifty dollars, at that time successful from the outset. In 1846 Mr. Willis a very liberal reward. Soon after leaving college married Cornelia, only daughter of Hon. Joseph Mr. Willis collected and published his poems in a

Grinnell, of New Bedford, Mass. Their residence volume which attracted much attention. His tastes from that time till his death, which occurred on the and talents induced him to devote himself to liter- 20th of January, 1867, was a charming estate on the ature as a pursuit, and soon after he was graduated

banks of the Hudson. As a poet Nathaniel P. he assumed the editorship of the “Legendary,” a

Willis has high rank, and all his work claims series of volumes of tales published by S. G. Good

remembrance.

I. R. W. rich. He next established, in Boston, the American Monthly Magazine. At the expiration of ten years the magazine was merged into the New York

THE LEPER. Mirror, the most flourishing literary journal of the day. Mr. Willis then found opportunity to visit “Room for the leper! Room!” And, as he came, Europe, a long cherished desire, and in sparkling The cry passed on: “Room for the leper! Room!" letters communicated to the Mirror his first im- Sunrise was slanting on the city gates pressions of the Old World. While residing in Rosy and beautiful, and from the hills England in 1835 Mr. Willis married Mary Leighton The early risen poor were coming in Stace, a daughter of Commissary-General William Duly and cheerfully to their toil, and up Stace, commander of the Royal Arsenal at Wool- Rose the sharp hammer's clink and the far hum wich. Returning to this country, he purchased a 1 Of moving wheels and multitudes astir, small farm in the valley of the Susquehanna, where ! And all that in a city murmur swells, he built a pretty cottage and hoped to pass the rest Unheard but by the watcher's weary ear of his days in rural and literary employment. His Aching with n'ght's dull silence, or the sick “Letters from Under a Bridge,” written from Hailing the welcome light and sounds that chase “Glenmary,” in 1838, contained some of the most The death-like image from the dark away. simply beautiful and truthful pictures of American “Room for the leper!” And aside they stood, country life ever penned. But trouble came to the Matron and child, and pitiless manhood-all inmates of “Glenmary.” Mr. Willis's publishers | Who met him on his way, and let him pass. failed; the dreamer had to forsake the quiet vale of ; And onward through the open gate he came, the Susquehanna and plunge once more into the A leper with the ashes on his brow, battle of life. He engaged actively in newspaper life Sackcloth about his loins, and on his lip

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