M ARTHUR W. AUSTIN. ARTHUR W. AUSTIN. R. ARTHUR W. AUSTIN was born in Surbiton, Kingston-on-Thames, England, February 9th, 1853. His family came to America in 1863. Arthur lived for some time on the farm of his uncle, John Whittaker, in the town of Wales, Erie co., N. Y. He went to Buffalo in 1866. After leaving school, he was employed in the circulating department of the Buffalo Commercial and .in 1872 became a reporter on the staff of that paper. In 1878 he was appointed city editor, which position he still holds. Mr. Austin has written considerable verse for newspapers and periodicals. Some of his fugitive pieces have been widely copied in American and English journals. B. L. E. THE EXILE OF DAMASCUS-A. D. 634. DAMASCUS, Empress of the East, stained with her richest blood, The Caliph's fierce beleaguering host for seventy days withstood; But now the mighty "sword of God" in victory's light had gleamed, And from the conquered city's towers Arabia's banners streamed. What moved the lovely maid to kneel in attitude of prayer, As near and clear the victors' shouts of triumph rent the air? Ah! calm and steadfast, in her woe unmoved by dread of death, Eudocia knelt and strongly vowed to keep the Christian faith. But he to whom her pledge was given, he whom she loved so well, Whose words of promise in her soul had left a magic spell, Low at the haughty conqueror's feet, in abject fear and shame, Abjured the teachings of his youth, renounced the Christian name. And when she knew the tidings true of that base, traitorous deed, Love left its throne within her breast, for hatred to succeed, That burned with strong and potent force, as, with the exiled band, She journeyed forth to seek a home in some far distant land. 47 THE Soul of Schumann, wandering in a maze Of joy or grief, and scenes of other days, Strange, varied pictures of the long ago, And still its wondrous melodies remain, THEODORE FRANCIS MCMANUS. Buffalo, N. Y., twenty-three years ago, where R. THEODORE F. McMANUS was born in his early boyhood was spent in attendence at the public schools. Upon leaving school, he filled the position of office boy. Later he entered the ranks of journalism, to which he has devoted himself ever since. Mr. McManus is at present city editor on the Morning Commercial, Toledo, Ohio. As a writer of verse his productions have been limited. There is a certain bondage in newspaper work which precludes many flights into dreamland. However, he has written enough verse to attract favorable notice. L. E. B. GUARD WELL THY HEART. GUARD well thy heart, lest passion sweep The chords, and God's sweet melody Be lost, lest from the ruins leap The spirit of unrest set free, And o'er thy life dark chaos fall. Guard well thy heart! Rest not content With visions fair. Unwearied seek Till thou hast found the true love sent By Him who watcheth o'er the weak, Who heeds the suppliant's call. Guard well thy heart! Its throbbing life CHURCHYARD SENTINELS. SEE how they writhe and twist and moan: "When will the earth give up its own?" Scourged by the wind, all black and dry, THE PASSING OF THE BEAUTIFUL. QUIVERING water and throbbing air, Vanishing beauty everywhere, Grass grown gray from a frosty touch, Flowers that tremble and droop too much. Oh! foolish fear, Oh! idle tear, ROWLAND B. MAHANY. Why mourn the death of so fair a year! Shivering sheen and golden haze, If this be sleep, Then long and deep, Oh! Nature, drink, ere the shadows creep! THE LAST GOOD-BYE. I LAUGHED as I stood in the roadway, Stole in through the open door; I laughed, but my lips were trembling, I laughed, as I stood in the roadway, That hid the world with a cloud of mist, I laughed as I stood in the roadway, The woods, I thought, and the drowsy town I laughed, but the mocking echo RECOLLECTIONS. A SIMPLE word, a pleading look, Through the gray mist of distant years, A song, a strain of music sweet, A glow where sunlight and shadow meet; Our hearts are instruments turned by fate, Love strikes a chord, and the strings vibrate. ROWLAND B. MAHANY. HON. ROWLAND 51 BLENNERHASSETT MAHANY was born in Buffalo, N. Y. September 28th, 1864. For a biographical sketch of Mr. Mahany by James Fraser Gluck see THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY, Vol. II, No. 1, January, 1890. Mr. Mahany was appointed Secretary of Legation to Chili, 1890; U. S. Minister to Ecuador, 1892; and was the Republican candidate for Congress in the 32nd New York District in 1892. Editor. TO A FISHER GIRL. O LOVELY fishermaiden, Lay on my heart thy tresses, THE FERRY OF THE NECKAR. (A BALLAD OF Uhland.) O'ER this stream, in days of yore, I was ferried once before; Here, the castle sun-lit glows, Yon, the weir, still rushing, flows, And within this wherry's bound One a friend, more like a sire, One in peace wrought here below, Ah, if to the days long fled,- Those dear friends, death reft from me. Yet what keeps all friendship whole |