Professor A. A. Hopkins. Four volumes, two in verse and two in prose, stand before the writer. The former are "Asleep in the Sanctum and Other Poems," 1873, and "Waifs and their Authors," 1875; the latter, "His Prison Bars," 1874, and "Sinner and Saint, 1881. Other works from his pen are "Our Sabbath Evening," a volume of original prose and verse, and the "Life of General Clinton B. Fisk." Here are several hundred pages of story and song. Unnumbered editorials and addresses are not here. Neither are scores of fugitive poems and tales, many of them waifs so sweet and winning that though revealing no paternity, they find welcome in thousands of hearts. Alphonso Alvah Hopkins was born in Burlington Flats, Otsego County, N. Y., March 27th, 1843. Receiving a common school and academic education, at seventeen he became a teacher; in 1865-66 held a clerkship in Albany and corresponded for the daily press; in 1867 became literary editor of Moore's Rural New Yorker, then published in Rochester, and the same year married Miss Adelia Allyn; in December, 1868, accompanied the Rural New Yorker to its new office in New York; in 1870, his health failing, returned to Rochester, and in December of that year started the Rural Home, of which for fourteen years he was editor and publisher; also, for the two last years of that period, of the American Reformer. Professor Hopkins published many verses in those papers, chiefly anonymously. Twice he read the annual poem before the New York State Press Association, and he has long been a favorite poet for special occasions. He excels as an orator as well as a poet. With chaste and sinewy English and a magnetic presence his platform efforts are persuasive and eloquent. As a lyceum lecturer and prohibition advocate he has spoken in every state east of the Rocky Mountains. In 1888 he became one of the founders of Harriman, Tennessee, a prohibition educational center, and is now ViceChancellor and Professor of Political Economy and Prohibition in the American Temperance University and editor of the Daily and Weekly Advance. THE DROWNED BELLS. JUST over the water from Tintagel S. H. L. The bells they were cast in a distant land, The Tintagel chimes came low and clear— "Thank God on the shore, then," the captain said, At the words from the captain's lip. But the Tintagel chimes scarce died away, And there, within sight of the quaint, old church, She sank, with her precious freight; And ever since then have the buried bells In tune with the waves' low moan; BELIEF. O DOUBTING heart! cling still to your believing! There is no sweeter way, No solace that so surely sooths your grieving, No dearer hope to-day; FLORENCE MAY ALT. Μ' FLORENCE MAY ALT. ISS FLORENCE MAY ALT was born in Bloomington, Ill., April 29th, 1869. Her parents moved to Rochester soon after, and she recieved her education in the public schools of that city, and there began her career as an author. She wrote verses in childhood, and before her fourteenth year her poems were welcomed by the discriminating editors of leading magazine and papers. At the age of eighteen she was graduated from the Rochester free academy. She contined her studies in English literature, the depth of her researches appearing in the increasing strength of her work. In May, 1891, she gathered together her contributions to the magazines and papers, and issued them in a little book of poems called "A Child of Song, " (Rochester, 1891). The volume was well recieved by the reading public and called forth many commendations from recognized critics. G. F. Her home is in Rochester, N. Y. FRANCESCO'S ANGEL. LIKE birds that wing Was but a quarry slave, they say— Often, when noon is high, I think I was a sculptor too; my hand We peasants were a merry lot! Clink! Clink! the happy hammers go— Wove our light feet its strains within, Bianca always danced with me, This Englishman was hard and cold My share of praise. He always spurred 351 |