"After us the deluge," was retorted with a laugh: "If bread's the staff of life, they must walk without a

staff."

"While I've a loaf they 're welcome to my blessing and the chaff."

These passed. The king: stand up. Said my father with a smile :

Daughter mine, your mother comes to sit with you

awhile,

She's sad to day, and who but you her sadness can beguile?"

He too left me. Shall I touch my harp now while I

wait

(I hear them doubling guard below before our palace

gate),

Or shall I work the last gold stitch into my veil of

state;

Or shall my woman stand and read some unimpassioned scene,

There's music of a lulling sort in words that pause between ;

Or shall she merely fan me while I wait here for the queen?

Again I caught my father's voice in sharp word of command:

"Charge!" a clash of steel: "Charge again, the rebels stand.

Smite and spare not, hand to hand; smite and spare not, hand to hand.”

There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher;

A flash of red reflected light lit the cathedral spire; I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.

"Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,

You who sat to see us starve," one shrieking woman said:

"Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head."

Nay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth,
I will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith,
I will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and
wreath ;

With a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand, I will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand

Where they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land.

They shall take all to buy them bread, take all I have

to give ;

I, if I perish, perish; they to-day shall eat and

live;

I, if I perish, perish; that's the goal I half con

ceive :

Once to speak before the world, rend bare my heart and show

The lesson I have learned, which is death, is life, to

know.

I, if I perish, perish; in the name of God I go.

SHALL I FORGET?

HALL I forget on this side of the grave?
I promise nothing: you must wait and see.
Patient and brave.

(O my soul, watch with him and he with me.)

Shall I forget in peace of Paradise?

I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see,
Faithful and wise.

(O my soul, lead the way he walks with me.)

VANITY OF VANITIES.

SONNET.

A

H, woe is me for pleasure that is vain, Ah, woe is me for glory that is past : Pleasure that bringeth sorrow at the last, Glory that at the last bringeth no gain ! So saith the sinking heart; and so again It shall say till the mighty angel-blast

Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast, And showering down the stars like sudden rain. And evermore men shall go fearfully,

Bending beneath their weight of heaviness; And ancient men shall lie down wearily,

And strong men shall rise up in weariness; Yea, even the young shall answer sighingly, Saying one to another: How vain it is!

L. E. L.

"Whose heart was breaking for a little love."

OWN-stairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all :

Do

But in my solitary room above

I turn my face in silence to the wall;
My heart is breaking for a little love.
Though winter frosts are done,

And birds pair every one,

And leaves peep out, for springtide is begun.

I feel no spring, while spring is wellnigh blown,
I find no nest, while nests are in the grove :
Woe 's me for mine own heart that dwells alone,
My heart that breaketh for a little love.
While golden in the sun

Rivulets rise and run,

While lilies bud, for springtide is begun.

All love, are loved, save only I; their hearts
Beat warm with love and joy, beat full thereof:
They cannot guess, who play the pleasant parts,
My heart is breaking for a little love.

While beehives wake and whirr,

And rabbit thins his fur,

In living spring that sets the world astir.