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Lorsque Ie document est trop grand pour dtre reproduit en un seul cliche, 11 est film6 ^ partir do Tangle sup6rieur gauche, de gauche L droite, et de haut en bas, en prenant Ie nombre d'images nAcessaire. Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la mdthode. 1 2 3 1 2 3 4 5 e .,^.,^ . THE Canabtan Btttbba^ Book, WITH poetical Selections FOR EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR FROM CANADIAN WRITERS, ENGLISH AND FRENCH. •' No eulogy to-day I bring Of Canada's fair fate, Her greatness coming years may sing, 'Tis ours to work and wait." SERANUS. TORONTO: C BLAC. ETT ROBINSON, PUBLISHER, 5 JORDAN STREET, 1887. Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada in the year one thousand eight hundred and eighty-seven, by C. Blackett Robinson, in the Office of the Minister of Agriculture. feax one OBIMSON, PREFACE. JlHE present compilation was not undertaken with the idea of giving to the m literary public a complete anthology of Canadian verse. The necessarily limited space in a Birthday Book would prevent it from achieving that position. Nevertheless, it will, I think, be conceded that, in default of such a work, the little book I have the honour to present to a Canadian public deserves to be welcomed as the only existing publication where, between the same covers, may be found carefully selected specimens of French and English Canadian verse. To speak briefly of the selections themselves, they include any good, important, or suitable verse I could find from the year 1732, when Jean Tachfe published his Tableau de la Met in Quebec, up to the present time — these latter days sweet with the impassioned singing of a Roberts and a Sangster ; Ch'ir>&ons populaires, Chansons historiques, the New Year's Day couplets of the Old journals, the verses inspired by a triad of rebellions, the published volumes of our more ambitious writers, from Michel Bibaud (1830), Adam Kidd, John Breakenridge, and Alex. McLachlan down to Mrs. Maclean, Miss Crawford, and Professor Roberts, representatives of the modern or post- Tennysonian school, the ephemeral and often beautiful contributions noted ' in the various ill-fated magazines that from time to time have struggled into existence and fallen out of it again in an incredibly short period — these are some of the sources from which have been drawn the contents of the follow- ing pages. Thomas D'Arcy McGee and the Hon. Joseph Howe, poets of the highest order as well as statesmen, are both represented. I have felt also that it would be not only courteous but a matter of great interest and value to us in Canada and to other countries, where I triisy|;he book will go, to include some extracts from the fine group 0C poems suggested by Canadian subjects to that noble poet who has the interests df Canada so truly at heart— the Right Hon. the Marquis of Lome, K.C.M.G. ; and I have ventured to take a similar liberty by including in my compilation some of Lord Dufferao^ wnaumammfm^m wmtmm verse — than whom Canada has no warmer friend — and also several stanzas from the pen of a cultured lady member of his household. In the familiar name of Grant Allen will be recognised a scientific and philosophical writer who has also tried his hand— and it is no mere 'prentice one — at poetry. Among the French writers is the well-known name of Louis Honor6 Frechette. It will be, however, of interest for English readers to notice how many excellent poets there are in Lower Canada besides M. Frechette— with all due deference to his genius. The names of L6on Pamphile Lemay, Ben- jamin Suite, Napoleon Legendre, and Octave Cremazie, are all names worthy of the respect, admiration, and intimate acquaintance of every intellectual Canadian. James Donnelly and William Chapman arp two French writers despite their English names. M. I'Abbt Caron and M. rAbb6 Gingras have both cultivated poetry, and most successfully. With regard to the plan followed in placing the selections, it is evident that in such a compilation the chief point to be gained is this— that there shall be given for "every day in the year " a noble thought, an improving maxim, or a new idea. I found, however, if my selections were to embrace these and only these, that, though undoubtedly t. correct and useful production, it might be proclaimed too didactic, too heavy, and too monotonous to suit all tastes. Again, I found some difficulty in procuring exactly Three Hundred and Sixty- five Hoble Thoughts, Improving Maxims, and New Ideas. I, therefore, decided to be guidod in a great measure by the seasons, which, old as they are, yet come to u; each year with renewed beauties and benefits of sugges- tion. As Nature teaches to true Poets a pure and unerring morality of her own, I have thought that — in our young and beautiful country, where we may assume a comparative immunity trora low moral standards — it would be safe to allow our writers to show us the fall of the leaf, the birth of the flower and the daily marvel of the sunset, both as they bear upon human life and its experiences, and as they exist beautifully in themselves. I have indicated one or two historical events and personages, and when I found three, four, five, and more passages bearing on the same subject I contrived to use such extracts consftcutively so as to bring a little order into the complex whole. It has been impossible to include every one who may have written good poetry in the Domt|pon, and I can* only hope that any inadvertent omission may be received in that lenient spirit which I shall wish the public to display towards "The Canadian Birthday Book." SERANUS. m rs^ 1 t% HIpbabetical Xlst of Hutbota^ 1 (See Index.) Adam. Gameau ^F. X.) Garneau (A.) McLennan. ' Allen. Mermet. Ascher. Gamier. M. J. K. L. \ " Barry Dane." Bar the Gingras. "GowanLea." Mondelet. Moodie. Belanger. Bibaud. Griffin. Gundry. Mountain. Mulvany. t Bliss. Bowes. Haight. '• Harriet Annie." Murray (}. C ) Murray (Geo.) Breakenridge. Heavysege. Plamondon. Cadieux. Horton. Plumb. Campbell. Howe. Poisson. 'l^^MlH/ Carman. Imrie. Prendergast. '^S Caron. Prince. ^^ Cartier. Johnson. Prud'homme. f Casgrain. Chapman (W.) Chapman (Prof.) Kidd. King. Quesnel. ■^ Kirby. Ramsay. Chauveau. Clarke. Cockin. Crawford. Lajoie. Lampman. L6gendre. LeNoir. LeMay. LeMoine. Reade. Riel. Ritchie. Roberts. Cremazie. Davin. Routhier. Ryan. • Dawson. Devlin. Dewart. Dixon. Donnelly. DufFerin. Tlimciiri Leprohon. Lesperance. Lighthall. Li<;ton. Lome. Maclean. Rye. Saint-Aubin. bangster. Sempe. "Seranuf." Smith (Mary B.) Smith (Goldwin). • T)iivflr Mair. Jx' u v n* • Manners. Stevenson. ■ I E. C. P. Marceau. Suite.' Edgar. Marchand. •' Esp6vance." Marsile. Tach6. Evanturel. Martin ^Emily). Martin (Geo.) Taylor. Falcon. ^Waf^^on. "Fidelis." MacColl (Evan). MacColl (M. J.) Wetherald. \ Fiset. Wicksteed. Fraser. McCarroU. Wilson Fr6chette(L. H.) McGee. Withrow. ■ Frechette (A.) Mclver. * * '' !•• AA \/ *T • Fuller. McLachlan. Yule. -- Chansons Historiques. Hi storical. Chansons Populaires. Founder of Milwaukee. Ik >quoiH ih'< it « m » jm t mui i w»i m ^ i Temps ! courant fatal, ou vont nos destines, De nos plus chers espoirs, aveugle destructeur, Sois b^rii ! car par toi nos amours moissondes, Peuvent encore revivre, O grand consolateur ! Au d^couragement n'ouvrons jamais nos portes, Apr^s les jours de froid viennent les jours de Mai ; Et c'est souvent avec ses illusions mortes, Que le cceur se refait un nid plus parfum6 ! —L. H. Fr/chette, K<'^'»v^rMHf^^ nrimm < im f m si/ m '?m^A--M.'-- ■'«?^M'«?.iww»!^R^^ssi»gaa2 Uf E5B5mm i ?^^W ' fALUT a toi, riante ann6e, D'. nouvel an qui vient, d'^clore A la parole du Seigneur ! Tant sourit a ton arriv^e ! La plainte meurt inachev^e Sur les llvres de la douleur, As-tu quelque douce esperance ? Quelque baume pour la souflfrance De tout malheureux qui perit ? Un appui pour la pauvre veuve, Pour I'orph^line qui s'abreuve De pleurs aujourd'hui que tout rit ? H61as ! nos rapides annees, Ressemblent aux feuilles fan^es, Que les vents roulent au vallon. On les cueillit pour une f^te, On en couronna notre tete, Puis on foula du talon. Qu'apportes-tu nouvelle ann^e ? Viens-tu de roses conronn^es Comme la Vierge des amours ? Ta main tient-elle le calice, Ou, bien la coupe de d^lices Ou devront s'abreuver nos jours ? — L^n Pamphile Letnay. ' I, mmmm ^^mmmmi^gMigmM ^nmmmmmi^ Januars I* \/ ■J Jo I hold my life in my hand, To make or to mar, To rise or to fall ; To round to the perfect ball, To mould to the matchless star ? — Seranus. Januar? 2. {VERY radiant winged To-morrow, hidden in the distant years, Has its poise of joy or sorrow, has its freight of hopes and fears ; Every hour upon the dial, every sand-^i;rain dropped by Time, Quickens man by useful trial for his march to the Sublime. — Chas. SangsUr. lO -'- ~' "\"flK«l'i' ' wnu\ i miM i m i' I Januarg 5* 1#iFE Stretched with promise fair before your eyes, -T And childish things with childhood passed away ; It seemed as if it rested with yourself To win and wear the brave, best things of life. Fortune had placed your feet upon her steps, And bade you enter where so many end. —M,y.K,L. Vanuatu 6. \ L est un doux secret qui s^che bien les larmes, — C'est prier, travailler, se soumettre, et b^nir. — Benjamin Suite. H Jarman? 5. Januarp 6* 15 M 11 ■«■■ mmn Januars 7. fHE gods are cruel, filling bosoms small With infinite desires, the eagle's heart And eye — and circumstance's narrow cage. We are the fools of fate in all we aim At, and in all we are. We love the star But cannot scale the sky. ... — N. Flood Davin. January 8. Lit, WuiT jours a peine ont entame I'annee, Ou sont-ils done ces souhaits chalereux, Ces prognostics d'une ere fortunee Ces voeux ardents qui nous faisaient heureux ? Une semaine et je trouve les hommes Tels qu'ils 6taient aux jours de I'an passe ! Pauvres humains, quel grands enfants nous sommes, Eveillons-nous, le reve est efface ! • ••••• H^las ! les coeurs ont perdu leur 41an, Envolez-vous souhaits de jour de I'an ! — E. Blain Satnt-Aubin. __ _ _____ January 7* 5anuarg s^ »7 r^i SanuatB 9. ^ PURPOSE, a determined will ! T' Can soar above earth's highest hill, And bid the troubled waves be still. -Alex. McLachlan. lifj I I 1 1 Gil ll & A 3anuati? \0. d*i tu pouvais garder ton enfance suave ! •7 Mais tu viellis aussi, ton front devient plus grave ; Bientot ta raison va s'ouvrir Aux secrets d'ici-bas qu'il nous faut tous connaitre, T6t ou tard, 6 mon ange ! — et se sera peut-etre Demain a ton tour de soufifrir ! Mais aux deceptions que ton coeur s'accoutume I Et qu'il arrive tard le jour plein d'amertume Ou tu regretteras de n'etre plus enfant ! — L. H, Frkhette. i8 L January 9. Januar? lo* 19 January ll. %' >K we not, even now, The self-same questions uttered by pld Nile To her stone-sphinx, that gazed with stony smile At Fate's poor questioners — as s! . does still With haughty brow ? And is belief no more ? A thing as facile as a courtier's suit, To be put on, like bloom of summer fruit, By the mere sunshine, fashioned by the moot Of faction's roar ? — Daniel Wilson. — Januars 12* if F in this hurried world of ours r Some things must go . . . At least we'll try to keep a sense For holy things and reverence — Sweet gift and blest — For the dear faith our fathers knew, For things of virtue, things of praise, Of good report and pleasant ways. The Good, the True ! ■Seranus. so 3anaars ii. Januacs 12. ai ■< i 5anuars 13* fHE Angel of Remembrance sits enthroned Upon a world-girt mountain top, and calls From every side the heroes of all time. All who by head or hand, by heart or tongue. Wrought for the common weal of humankind, He sees, and summons each to his reward. With Him there is no fiivour. Every one Finds his own place as if by magic led. And is accounted only what he is. Not less, not more. — jfohn Reade. Sanuari? 14* fHAT ! Dare to rail at our snow-storms, why Not view them with poet's or artist's eye ? Watch each pearly flake as it falls from above, Like snowy plumes from some spotless dove, Clothing all objects in ermine rare. More pure than the bright robes which monarchs wear. — Mrs. Leprohon. aa Januarg 13* Januars H^ ---"VM^^tt 83 T1 lillMliiWPii MMpaaaiann^apiBipi I ( 1 I'i! l-i III I ] :';!'i 'i' i iL mm 'm Januan? 15^ ^ND packing and filling - The house, and cellar, and bin, My people dare love the icy air, And they love the silver din Of the fur-trapt sleighs, nor do they disdain The loveliness of the frosted pane, When the fire is red within. — Seranus. January 16* IThen homeward, hearing song or tale, •' With chime of harness bells we sped 'Above the frozen river bed. The city, through a misty veil, Gleamed from her cope, where sunset fire Touched louvre and cathedral spire ; Bathed ice and snow a rosy red. So beautiful, that men's desire For May-time's rival wonders fled. — Rt. Hon. the Marquis of Lome, K.C.M.G. January \5. 5anuarg 16, r. 35 If Vanuatu 17» [ouLDST thou be happy, list not bad men's tongues, But turning deaf, thou hast the greater wisdom ; That one is happiest who shuts his ears, And turneth deaf to all things that do vex. There is a royal art in being deaf ; 4 To know the proper moment, properly. When deafness stoppeth every wicked sound. — y. H. Gamier. January 18. ■i If Jnfant tu ne peux le dire : '^ Pour toi tout est rose ici ; Enfant tu ne sais que rire Tu ne vois pas mon souci ! Tout te sourit, chacun t'aime ; Jamais ton front ne pAlit Oh ! reste toujours de meme ! Oh ! reste toujours petit ! — William Chapman. 26 Januan? 17» r. January 18* %n. V \l January 19» « ♦ 1 AM Love, whom years that vanish I Still shall find the same ! " Still ! as when in Southern sunshme First the phantom came, With a fond word long outspoken, — A forgotten name ! '• I am Death, 1 only offer Peace — the long day done. Follow me into the darkness." •' Welcome ! Friend, lead on ; Only spare my dog, let something Grieve when I am gone ! ' ' — Chas. P. Mulvany 5anuarB 20» I ::/ The Valet — Clown — fREAD reverently, good Clown, There lies my master, a better, Kinder, braver, a — a — plague on't, there Must be onions in the air. (Weeps.) In the midst of death we are in Life, and should be thankful for it. — Hunter Duvar. 28 ny. ar. Smmvv 19. Januarg 20, 29 January 2h ^ I ^HE dawn Of an imperishable love passed through The lattice of my senses, and I, too, Did ofifer incense in that solemn place — A woman's heart, made pure and Sanctified by grace. • — Charles Sangster. 1 1 Januars 22. f OT all the fragrance of the spring, Nor all the tuneful birds that sing, Can to the Plains the ladies bring, So soon as carioling. Nor Venus with the winged loves. Drawn by her sparrows or her doves, So gracefully or swiftly moves As ladies carioling. 'Old Song. 30 Januarg 21. January 22. g- 3« Januati? 23* J*»ORCHESTRE dtcint sa voix qui rAle, '7 Pendant que, la-bas, le jour pAle Regarde au guichet entr'ouvert ; II est temps de partir, la foule Silencieusement s'ecoule Vers le chemin froid et desert. C'est aussi que notre existence, Pendant les premiers jours s'avance Dans la joie et sous la clarte ; Mais, vers le milieu de la route, L'homme, surpris, regarde, ecoute, II est seul, dans I'obscurit^. — Napoleon L^gendre. 5anuarg 24, FOOL ! that wisdom dost despise. Thou canst not know, thou dost not guess, Another phase of thee is wise. And silent sees thy foolishness. Yet, fool, how dare I pity thee, Because my heart reveres the sages ? The fool lies also deep in me ; We twain are one, beneath the ages. —W. D. Lighthall. 33 5anuaiT? 23* 5anuan? 24. 33 Januati? 25* |hen the heart is weary as well as the brain, When of sorrow's cup one has drunk the last drain, And the sunshine's gone out of our life ; Then Doubt whispers, mocking, " There's no God above. And life's not worth living, there's no rule of love. It were better to end the rude strife." Thus reasons the soul that has nigh lost its hope, And scarce has the power with distrust to cope, , Nor can see the sun always shining ; Who looks at the shadows, forgetting the light Of a heaven beyond, and the clouds ever bright. The gleam of His love for a lining. — G. Mercer Adam. January 26. Be I'humaine vie, ^ Qui toujours varie Son tableau mouvant, lis tracent I'image Ou le sot, le sage, Inculte ou savant, Poursuivant sur la terre Chacun sa chimere Qu'emporte le vent. -L. y, C. Fiset. 34 3anuan? 25. - t. Hnmt^ 20. et. 35 J \ 5anuati? 27* Ah ! dear is the northern forest home, T Where the great pine shoots on high ; And the maple spreads its soft, green leaves, In the clear, blue, taintless sky. Though the summer mantle paleth fast Into winter's virgin veil, There is health in the fierce, quick lightning blast, And strength in the icy gale ; And life glides on in a quiet calm, Like our own great river's flow ; And dear to the hearts of her children all Is our own Fair Land of Snow. — y. M. LeMoine. 3anuatB 28. fFFSPRiNG fair of cloud and cold, Glorifying wood and wold. Who could, mute, thy grace behold ? Welcome, welcome, snow ! See how 'neath thy gentle tread, Bright as bride to altar led. Bends the lady- birch her head ; Welcome, welcome, snow ! Yonder cascade, in its glee, Down the hillside dashing free. Looks like darkness matched with thee ; Welcome, welcome, snow ! — Evan MacColl, _ 5anuar» 27. January 28. 5anuatB 2Q. JThe mind of man is as a crucible ^ Which the Great Giver fills with golden thought, 'Tis Human Nature which supplies the dross ; But the same nature with that aid divine, Which all muFt seek who would live nigh to God, Is a most subtle alchemist, whose skill Turns Error's dross to Truth's refined gold. — Chas. Sangster. 5anuatg 30* HAT makes a Hero ? Can it be the doing Of some wild deed to which a nation turns The lightning of her eye, that ever burns Brighter to view a son's impetuous woomg. And winning of the fame he held in sight, Regardless of the pain it may have cost. Careless of aught that others may have lost. So that his own heel but tread the height To which unnumbered straining eyes are turned ? Or, is it walking the stern path of duty That makes a hero's manliest, holiest beauty ? — Barry Dane, January 29. er. Januaru 30. %ne. 39 u I I •i i^ 1' Vanuatu 3U I. |hen I grow old, give me Respite for music's hours, Birds, song, and scent of flowers ; May I have sight to see What of earth's beauties rare My life's last days may share ; Fresh may my memory be Of all dear forms and faces, Bright days and well-loved places, My heart not dry and cold, When I grow old. II. May none have cause to say, He did us wrong unrighted, No lives may I have blighted ; Nor turned my face away From manhood in the dust, Nor weakened faith and trust, Nor led a soul astray ; And so my life's poor ending, Dear love's sweet mantle sending, May God at length enfold. When I grow old. — Frederick A . Dixon 40 5anuars 3U on 41 I 'ill J2uLiNG with an iron hand * O'er the intermediate land 'Twixt the plains of rich completeness, And the realms of budding sweetness, Winter ! from thy crystal throne, With a keenness all thy own Dartest thou, through gleaming air, . O'er the glorious barren glare Of thy sunlit wildernesses, Thine undazzled level glances, Where thy minions' silver tresses Stream among their icy lances ; While thy universal breathing, Frozen to a radiant swathing For the trees, their bareness hides, And upon their sunward sides Shines and flushes rosily To the chill, pink morning sky. — Chas. G, D. Roberts. 4a ifebtuar^. )herts. 43 ¥ IP- jpebtuatx (To famous deeds, no acts achieved • In battle or in State, Make memorable this festal day, The day we celebrate. Divided from the common lot By neither fame nor pelf, Our hearts revere the man who loves His neighbour as himself. — Kate Seymour Maclean. jfebtuar? 2. JIest shalt thou live, Licinius, neither tempting ^ Always the deep sea, neither whilst thou fearest Storm-blasts of ocean, venturmg too near the Shore danger-haunted. Golden is the mean which whosoever chooseth, Free from coarse cares which poverty brings with it, Lives in a home where envy never enters. Tranquil and happy. — yohn Lesperance. 44 iPebruar? I. an. Ifebruarg 2. mce. 45 w I jpebtuatB 3. li PLAYER Strange on life's rough stage, ^ Now saint, now ginner, and now sage ; A dreamer oft of creed unsound, And yet a prophet frequent found ; A wayward wight, of passions wild, Yet tender-hearted as a child ; A spirit like the lark endowed To sing its sweetest in a cloud ; The friend of Truth past contradiction, And yet the very slave of Fiction ; jfebruarg 4» The mortal foe of vanity, Yet no one half so vain as he ; The moralist high-toned, withal Oft bound in Pleasure's Circean thrall — The vices he can ban so well Himself the weakest to repel — Such aye has been since days of old That strange compound of mud and gold, That Kara Avis called a Poet. — Evan MacColl. 46 ffebruars 3^ jfebruarg 4» Coll. 47 jfebruarg 5. i'n jHow sweet the songs that have been sung In every age by poet-tongue, We testify, who know their power In joy or in affliction's hour ; They feed our hopes, they soothe our fears, They drown each colder sense in tears ; They teach us how to hve and die In view of Heaven's by-and-by — That Heaven, where only can belong The mighty gift of perfect song ! — Esp^rance, '- jfebruarg 6, lit- I I IS heart was purified By suffering, but desolate as the moon That wanders far and wide By myriads of stars attended, yet alone. — Chas. Sangster. 48 nee. ster. — JPebruarp 5. ffebruarp 0. 49 Ifebruarg 7. mi le malheur encore doit courber notre tete, ^ Gardens, gardons toujours au fort de la tempete, En subissant des maux I'irr^vocable loi, Ces trois botes du coeur, ces trois parfums de I'^me, Que Dieu seul a donnes et que le ciel reclame, L'amour, I'esperance, et la toi. — Octave CrSmazie. jfebruat? 8. [hite as fleeces blown across the hollow heaven, Fold on fold thy garments wrap thy shining limbs ; Deep thy gaze as morning's flamed thro' vapours riven, Bright thine hair as day's that up the ether swims. Surely I have seen the majesty and wonder, Beauty, might, and splendour of the soul of song ; Surely I have felt the spell that lifts asunder Soul from body, when lips faint and thought is strong. —Chas. G. D. Roberts. 50 jFebruars ?♦ izte. jfebruarg 8. ■ong. }berts. 51 V' — jpebruatg 9* fHE poet's song, and the bird's, And the waters', that chant as they run, And the waves', that kiss the beach. And the wind's, — they are ^ut one. He who may read their words. And the secret hid in each, May know the solemn monochords That breathe in vast, still places ; , And the voices of myriad races. Shy and far-off from man, That hide in shadow and sun, And are seen but of him who can. — Kate Seymour Maclean. jf ebtuat? \o. |hat were we if the pulse of Song Had never beat, nor found a tongue To make the Poet known In lands beyond his own ? Take what is said for what is meant. We sometimes touch the firmament Of starry Thought — no more ; Beyond, we may not soar. I speak not of myself, but stand, In silence, till the Master Hand Each fluttering heart sets free, — God holds the golden key. — Chns. Sangster. _ IPebruars 9* lean. ifebruars lo* gster. L.. 53 Jpebtuan? \h Ah ! Poet of the years that are to come, ^ Singing at dawn thy idyls sweet and tender — The preludes of the great millennium Of song, to drown the world in light and splendour, Awake, arise ! thou youngest born of time ! Through flaming sunsets with red banners furled, The nations call thee to thy task sublime, To sing the new songs of a newer world ! — Kate Seymour Maclean. jpebtuari? 12. fHE inspiration which by God is given. Born of the light, like light belongs to heaven ; The eagle soaring to the noon of day, Meets with unblenching gaze the solar ray. His light of life, and basking in its sheen, Sweeps on strong wing along the blue serene. Sailing through heaven's wide space on pinions free, He only feels the present Deity, The thrilling ecstasy absorbs his sight, And bathes his spirit in the fount of light. — Susanna Moodie. 54 r, lean. oodie. J ifebruarg ii. ifebruarg 12. 55 jfebruan? 13» In the sculptor's brain as he works alone, r Or stands aweary, aloof, and looks With full-souled eyes at the fashioned stone That men will wonder about in books, Be sure there's always a dream of Greek, Nothing but Greek achievement pure And proud, on which the ages break In vain ; Art holds while the heavens endure. —M. y. Griffin. jfebruars 14» jfoNFiANT dans ton etoile, Y O noble fiance des arts, Demain tu remets a la voile Pour le vieux pays des Cesars ; Tu retournes au champ fertile, Ou croit le laurier de Virgile, Ou dort le luth d'Alighieri, Florence, la ville artistique. Reclame ton pinceau magique Et ton talent qu'elle a muri. Va ! quitte nos climats de neige ! Pour toi trop sombre est notre ciel ; II te faut le ciel du Correge, Le ciel d'azur de Raphael. —L. H. Frechette. _ jfebruan? 13^ Jin. fcbvnars 14. iette. 57 = — februar? 15. I jEWER notes Hath the wind alone that floats Over naked trees and snows ; Half its minstrelsy it owes To its orchestra of leaves. Ay ! weak the meshes music weaves For thy snared soul's delight, 'Less when thou dost lie at night 'Neath the star-sown heavens bright, To thy sin-unchoked ears Some dim harmonies may pierce From the high-consulting spheres : Ifebruars 16. 'Less the silent sunrise sing Like a vibrant silver strmg. When its prison 'd splendours 1 ^t O'er the crusted snow-fields burst. But thy days the silence keep. Save for grosbeak's feeble cheep, Or for snow-bird's busy twitter When thy breath is very bitter. — Chas. G. D, Roberts. 5» f ebruarp 15. f ebruaru 16* [oberts. 59 ^ebtuarp 17. 11 LL my mind has sat in state, li '4 I OLATRE et secouant sa clochette argentine, Le bruyant carnaval fait sonner sa bottine, Sur le plancher rustique et le tapis soyeux. '^^\ Le spleen chasse s'en va chercher d'autres victimes ; La gaiete vient s'asseoir a nos cercles intimes, C'est le mois le plus court ; passons— le plus joyeux. • ■ — L. H. Frechette. If ebruan? 24* — ftoRACTE, see, is white with snow, The forests scarce their load sustain ; While every stream has ceased to flow, Fast bound in winter's icy chain. Heap on the blazing hearth more wood ; Dispel, my friend, this bitter cold ; And broach your two-eared jar of good Well-ripened wine of four years' old. Leave to the gods all else, their word Calms the wild winds and stormy sea ; That not a branch nor leaf is stirred On veteran ash or cypress tree. ~W. B. Bliss. 66 N ^H irt^Ptuarv 2H ¥' /ft ■ .--.:::ftX. :-■■■■: \^-,:;,,,-0, ;■':/■ 'fi*<;-*/pftVftft:ft' ^ .■■...-^' ■.::'■■•■,■. -v::v' ,;■ ■>, ■ X. ette. - • '-■;■'"/■' "'■-' -■■?--■■■"■'';'•";■/'•'-'■>■■':-;■- :fti:';-,v . , ■ft--^-ft'' -'\MM' ^■■^'■■^4;fti^;';V'.i-;ft".^-'. -- -, ,, "* — — H^/>I\t^idt*%^ ^A Bliss. ^^H — ' — _ — 67 f ebruar? 25» |PEN, my heart, thy ruddy valves , It is thy master calls ; Let me go down and curious trace Thy labyrinthine halls. Open, O heart, and let me view The secrets of thy den ; Myself unto myself now show With introspective ken. f cbruars 26. Expose thyself, thou covered nest Of passions, and be seen ; Stir up thy brood, that in unrest Are ever piping keen. Ah ! what a motley multitude, Magnanimous and mean ! — Chas. Heavy sege. 68 f ebriiars 25. J :■ , '. jfebruarp 26. ysege. \ I l\ 1 jfebruarp 27, Je livre de la vie est vraiment monotone ; ^ Le nombre des feuillets en est seul varie. La preface promet beaucoup plus qu'il ne donne, Et le bonheur en est le chapitre oublie ! II est vrai que parfois la tranche en est doree, Mais Tor est toujours mince et dure peu de temps; L'hiver fletrit si tot les couleurs du printemps ! La page en est aussi quelquefois decoree ; Mais les gais ornements sont rares et perdus Parmi les dessins noirs et les pleurs repandus ! — A. B. Routhier. jpebruatg 28. ^ — JWQT'LD not die with my work undone, My quest unfound, my goal Lnwon, Though life were a load of lead ; Ah ! rather I'd bear it day by day, Till bone and blood were worn away, And Hope in Faith's lap lay dead. I dreamed a dream when the woods were green, And my April heart made an April scene In the far, far distant land ; That even I might something do That should keep my memory fresh and true, And my name from the spoiler's hand, — Thomas D'Arcy McQee. I r- Teoruan? 27. -, "-■',■ ■ ' ' ..'■..'-■■ s; hier. ■ 1 1 — _ 'iPi>hnisirYt "^Q ^^ 1 JCUlUitiy >^o» I ■■■;"■: ■'■-?:-> 1--; .f:.^'^,ci^^4^^.r,^. 1 ^ ■ .■-'•;.;■.. ■.,.l'^fe!.;"sv' .■:':^-:^>;t-.;f -^=;V I » 1 ' ' ■". ^'filrl::^.- ' ■ tcOee. 1 ■ 71 * ifebtuats 29. fHAT can 1 do that others have not done ? What can I think that others have not thought ? What can I teach that others have not taught ? What can I win that others have not won ? What is there left for me beneath the sun ? My labour seems so useless, all I try I weary of before 'tis well begun ; I scorn to grovel, and I cannot fly. Hush ! hush ! repining heart ! there's One whose eye Esteems each honest thought, and act, and word, Noble as poet's songs or patriot's sword. Be true to Him, He will not pass thee by ; He may not ask thee 'mid His stars to shine, And yet He needeth thee. His work is thine ! — yohn Reade. ■I JFebruarg 2Q. leade. 73 r THE lion-throated, The shaker of mount lins ! I, the invincible, Lasher of oceans ! Past the horizon, Its rim of pale azure ; . ' * Past the horizon, Where scurry the white clouds, There are buds and small flowers, Flowers like snowflakes. Blossoms like raindrops. So small and tremulous. r ■ I, the invincible, March, the earth-shaker ; March, the sea-lifter ; March, the sky-render ; March, the lion-throated, April, the weaver Of delicate blossoms. And moulder of red buds, Shall at the horizon. Its rim of pale azure, Its scurry of white clouds. Meet in the sunlight. — Isabella V. Crawford. _ aw ford. /IDarcb X. . . . . And if hard pressed My knees, perchance, waxed faint, or mine eyes dim, The strong earth stayed me and the unbowed hills. The wide air and the ever-joyous sun, And free sea leaping up beneath the sun — , All were to me for kindly ministrants, And lent glad service to their last-born, man. Whom, reverent, the gods, too, favoured well. —Charles G. D. Roberts. /iBarcb 2. JDiEU ! les jours sereins, et les nuits ^toil^es ! La neige a flocons lourds s'amoncelle a foison, Au penchant des coteaux, dans le fond des vallees ; C'est le dernier effort de la rude saison. • ••••••• Le vieux chasseur des bois depose ses raquettes ; Plus d'orignaux geants, plus de biches coquettes, Plus de course lointaine, au lointain Labrador ! — L. H. Frhhettc. 76 m, oberts. a, es; 5, /IDarcb K /IDarcb 2* .r:i;. 'rhhettc. 77 /IDatcb 3, Mull, maM, and sail, and airy crew. Like flitting films across the blue — They haunt the weltering waste that seems To bound the horizon of our dreams. Sometimes the sun their pennants kissed, Sometimes they loomed through ghostly mist, Sometimes a mirage showed them nigh, ' Painting their image in the sky With spars aslant, and silvery hulls Heaving like snowy-breasted gulls. Then closing curtains of the night Concealed them from our longing sight. /IDarcb 4» Deep galleons like those which bore To Spain the Inca's golden ore. Dromond and Caravel high-decked, And pinnace frail as e'er was wrecked, And Viking ship and gilded barge Like that which shone on Cydnus' marge. When conquerors yielded to the smile Of the Enchantress of the Nile. '-■'.: ] n For young or old, whoe'er they be, Have secret treasure- ships at sea. —y. B. Plumb. 78 /IBarcb 3, -t /IDatcb 4* lumb. 79 V:f V, : is IJ /IDatcb 5. JE ruisseau s'echappant de son obscure source Ne peut plus revenir ; Ainsi glissent nos jours sans treve et sans ressource Et nous n'y revenons que par le souvenir. Le souvenir ! Heureux qui peut revoir sans larme Le bord qu'il a laisse Et sans blessure au coeur n'eprouver que du charme A rassembler, le soir, les debris du passe ! Tout homme est I'artisan de son bonheur sur terre, Dieu mit dans tous les coeurs Aupres des passions, insondable cratere La source et le foyer de tous les vrais bonheurs. — M. y. A. Poisson. /iDarcb 6. f EITHER shrouding plume of eagle, Nor the dove's soft wing of snow. Ever roved the fields of ether On the journey I must go, Casting no reluctant glances On what I must leave below. . I would live for something higher Than the aims that have been mine, Something better, nobler, truer. Than the dream which I resign ; I would see in all things human But the wreck of things Divine ! -Mary A. M elver. to • ■•*»■ -i.? /iDarcb 5, sson. /IDarcb 6. elver. Hx /l&arcb 7. I EST un bloc de calcaire aux enormes assises, II est la, sur un tertre, et ses hautes tours grises Soulevent leur front altier. Un grand fleuve a ses pieds roule ses claires ondes, Et le commerce ardent, cette ^me des deux mondes, De ses riches produits I'entoure tout entier ! C'est la maison de paix au milieu du tumulte, C'est I'oasis o\x vient, par le desert inculte, Par les flots des lointaines mers, Quand il est fatigue des vains bruits de la terre, S'asseoir le voyageur pieux.et solitaire, Ou celui dans le monde a fait les jours aniers ! — y. LeNoir. /IDarcb S. |n high, in yonder old church tower, When sunbeams smile or tempests lour, The ancient clock rings ont the hour, Sometimes with voice of wondrous power, Oft times as if in play ; Sometimes it vibrates to the tone Of the deep-sounding, solemn OM^ / Twelve, sometimes it doth say ! At morn, at noon, at night, it rings, And o'er the town its clangour flings ; And ever still it seems to say : •*Time fleeteth on— away, away ! " — yohn Breakenridge . Sa /IDarcb 7. Joir, /IDarcb 8. 'idz^' 83 /IDarcb 9. tJnd as to chase the body's ills away ^r Wealth, birth, and kingly majesty are vain, So is it with the mind's disease ; array Thy mail-clad legions of the swarming plain. Bid them deploy, wheel, charge in mimic fray. As though one soul moved all the mighty train, With war's full pomp and circumstance ; will all ' Set free the mind to dreadful thoughts a thrall ? Crowd ocean with thy fleets— a thousand sail — Will thy Armada banish from the breast The fear of death ? If then of no avail Are all these bubbles— if the soul's unrest /IDarcb 10* Yields not to bristling spear or clashing mail ; If haunting Care climbs, an unbidden guest. To Power's most awful seat, and mocks his gown Of gorgeous purple and his radiant crown — Delay no longer Reason's aid to try, Since Reason's aid alone can mend our plight — That walk in darkness, and, like babes that cry With silly terror in the lonesome night At their own fancy's bugbears, oftimes fly — Mere grown-up babes — from bugbears of the light. These shadows not the glittering shafts of day Must chase, but Science with more sovran ray. — Goldwin Smith, H /iDarcb 9^ /IDarcb 10» fbt. mt ith. B5 /IDarcb IX. I A femme a sa beaute ; le printemps a ses roses, Qui tournent vers le ciel leurs levres demi closes ; La foudre a son nuage ou resplendit I'eclair ; Les grands bois ont leurs bruits mysterieux et vagues ; La mer a les sanglots que lui jettent ses vagues ; L'etoile a ses rayons ; mais la mort a son ver ! — Octave CrJmazie. /IDarcb 12» ,ROM all things there is sighing on our Earth, • , Up-welling from the mystery of woe That broods upon it, twin-born with its birth. To last for aye and ever ! Nay ! with slow ^ Unfolding of an inwrapped heart of peace, 'Mid sacrificial waste for one great type Through countless suffring ages, yet to cease ! To end in consummation of the ripe And perfect fruit of all things ! Such the creed That Nature chaunts as in her moods of joy, And 'neath her frown, which we have learnt to read, Good at the last ! Great good without alloy ! — A. W. Gundry. /iDarcb II* zie. d, \ndry. /IDarcb 13^ JEEPEST and mightiest of our later seers, Spencer, whose piercing glance descried afar, Down fathomless abysses of dead years, The formless waste drift into sea or star ; And, through vast wilds of elemental strife, Tracked out the first faint steps of yet unconscious life ! Thy hand has led us through the pathless maze, Chaotic sights and sounds that throng our brain ; Traced every strand along its tangled ways, And woven anew the many-coloured skein ; Bound fact to fact in unrelenting laws. And shown through minds and worlds the unity of cause. /IDarcb 14* Ere thou hadst read the universal plan. Our life was unto us a thing alone ; On this side Nature stood, on that side man, Irreconcilable, as twain, not one : Thy voice first told us man was Nature's child. And in one common law proclaimed them reconciled. No partial system could suffice for thee, Whose eye has scanned the boundless realms of space ; Gazed, through the aeons, on the fiery sea, And caught faint glimpses of that awful face. Which clad with earth, and heaven, and souls of men, Veils its mysterious shape forever from our ken. — Grant Allen. 88 /IDarcb 13* fe! ise. d. )ace; /©arcb 14* ■■?:•;. en, Allen. 89 IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) £/ .Af^^ Vx 1.0 I.I '" '^ 1 2.2 lAo IIII2.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 .4 6" - ► V] <^ /a ^ w ^ > 7 ^ Photographic Sciences Corporation ^ atcb 22. Still we hear the tones regretful for the goodly times no more ; Still that sentimental slobbering for the brave old days of yore, And sometimes we can't help thinking, while folks of the by-gone dream. Of the comforts we're enjoying in these sneered-at days of steam. Julius Caesar was a hero, yet his, "came, saw, conquered," tone Never warbled '• Hello ! Central ! " through the wondrous telephone ! Praise your Past, though half its glory is but an exploded craze, Still our vote and influence go for these degenerate modern days. —H. K. Cockin. 96 /ftarcb 2h /IDarcb 22* 97 /Darcb 23. . . IJ^HicK smoke is curled •I Close round my feet, but lifts a little space Further ahead, and shows to me the face — Distorted, dim, and glamourous— of Life; With many ways, all cheerlesn ways, anr? *ife With bristling toils crowned with no fitting fruit, All songless ways whose goals are bare and mute. '—Cha:. G. D. Roberts. /IDarcb 24^ jIJen weep but once, and then their tears ^ Contain the bitterness of years ; Bitter is debt, but bitterer still Is the accumulated ill. To be neglected by the good. Or by beloved ones misconstrued ; Bitter to muse on wasted youth, Or on exposure of untruth ; Bitter is faith when first beguiled ; Bitter to lose an only child ; Bitter to find no friend to feel, Or weep in woe, or laugh in weal ; ' Bitter old age without respect, The east wind of a child's neglect. — y. R. Ramsay. _ ffbavcb 23. erts. /IDarcb 24* itnsay. 99 Aarcb 25« |e aro weakest When we are caught contending with our children. He's great who's happy anywhere. ■Ckas. Heavysege. /Darcb 26« JE monde est renvers^ ! Notre siecle pervers Du bon sens, lous les jours, pr6sente le revers ; Au sortir du berceau I'enfant devient son maitre, Le devoir filial parait sans raison d'etre, L'autorit^ n'est plus qu'un vain mot dont on rit ; C'est en la m^prisant qu'on montre son esprit ; Et Ton voit, grace aux torts qui partout se r^pandent, Les parents ob^ir aux enfants qui commandent. — Felix G. Marchand, lOO /ftarcb 25» r^' /Darcb 26. t, and. lOl V^if it||i«V1 /iDatcb 27^ > S IT TO BE A FIGHT ? Aye, most assuredly is u— and we speak with no bated breath, A battle with rancorous Treason, a fight to the very death. From East and West comes the answer amid drum-beat and clang of steel, And resolve that shall not falter until the foe is beneath our heel. We are new on the roll of Nations, a people as yet untried ; We have no great warlike achievements to point to with boastful pride, /IDarcb 28. But the blood that crimsons the hillside by far Saskatchewan's flow Shall blazon our path to vengeance, and nerve us to strike the foe. Ah, brothers in grief! let us hope, while we mourn the heroic dead, Not in vain have the Martyrs fallen, not in vain has their blood been shed; For their blood shall cement our Union, and sectional strife shall cease, And the souls of our stricken heroes look down on a land at peace —R, y. Devlin. loa the Iroic iood trife at In. /Barcb 27. /IDarcb 28. i 103 /Darcb 29* 4^0NQUERiNG herocs ! Yes, what is it they have not conquered ? ^ Wearisome miles on miles up to the Far North-west ; Limitless breadths of prairie, like to the limitless ocean ; Endless stretches of distance, like to eternity. Not alone did they march, our brave Canadian soldiers! Grim Privation and Peril followed them hand in hand ; /IDatcb 30» Sodden Fatigue lay down with them cheerlessly in the evening, Weariness rose up with them, and went with them all the day. Inexpressible Sadness, at thought of the homes they were leaving, Hung like a cloud above them, and shadowed the path before, — These, all these, were slain by our brave, our conquering heroes. — A . Ethelwyn Wetherald. 104 /Ratcb 29. /IDatcb 30* re- fer oes. lid. 105 /IDarcb 3t jft H ! with what a saintly glory the strong eye of manhood beams, J When the youthful soul is flooded with the languor of its dreams ; How the world becomes ideal, Nature's beauties all laid bare, And a harmonizing fragrance fills the universal air ; Morning wears a tenfold beauty, evenmg comes serenely down. And at night each star is praying for the sin endangered town. — Chas. Sangster. -ais. que I'humanite desire i Et meconnait tout a la fois, Ce que les peuples en delire En vain demandent a leurs rois ; Ce n'est ni la sagesse altiere, Ni la richesse avide et fiere ; Ce qu'ils veulent sans le savoir, C'est I'egalite, la justice, L'humilit^, le sacrifice, ' Dont J€sns nous fait un devoir. — P. y. O. Chauveau. xo6 /Rarcb 3U ms, its re, Dwn, )wn. ster. iveau fHE Spring is in the air ! I feel her spirit-kiss upon my lips, I lay my forehead bare, And the blood rushes to my finger-tips, And back through the full veins of my glad heart. Her purple breath is warm In every pore of my encarmined cheek ; And through my limbs the storm Of renewed life, no longer winter-weak, Gives health and vigour to each vital part. I fling my arms abroad, And clasp the atmosphere unto my breast, I feel the grassy sod Beneath my feet springing from its long rest Like buried hopes arising in the soul ; The erewhile aged hills With youth reanimate are fresh and green, From their old lips the rills Leap forth, like crystal images serene. Pearl thoughts of wisdom bounding to their goal. — Chas. Sangster. zo8 mgstei Hpril I. [1885.] fHE call to arms resounded through the city broad and fair, And volunteers in masses came prepared to do and dare ; Young lads whose cheeks scarce showed the down ; men, bearded, stout, and strong, Assembled at the first alarm in bold, undaunted throng. •' I'll volunteer," an old man said, •• I've served the Queen before! I fought the Russ at Inkerman, the Sepoy at Cawnpore! " And as he stood erect and tall, with proud and flashing eye, What though his hair was white as snow, he could but do or die! "You are too old," the answer was, •' too old to serve her now." Then o'er his face a wonder flashed, a scowl came on his brow ; And then a tear stole down his cheek, a sob his strong voice shook — " Sir ! Put me in a uniform and see how old I'll look 1 " — y, A. Fraser. Hpttl 2. ** fl HE year has cast aside its dress J Of rain, of tempest, and of cold," And wrapt itself in cloth of gold Of sunlight's shining cheerfulnesc. There is no creature, young or old. That in its speech does not confess, •'The year has cast aside its dress Of rain, of tempest, and of cold." Fountain, brook, and river-stream, Wear, in smiling livery. Drops of gilt and silvery beam, Bright with flashing tracery. Each clothes itself in fairest fold. And sings unto the silentness : " The year has cast aside its dress Of rain, of tempest, and of cold." —W. D. Lighthall. no april I aprtl 2. xzz Hptil 3. JThe blade starts through the clod in Spring, the leaf ^ Then on the bough sits in its pride of green ; The blossom, punctual to its season, comes Milk-white or ruddy, and the perfect fruit Appears with Autumn, nor the snow doth fail The hoary Winter .... — Charles Heavysege. aptti 4. TivRiL ! avril ! ton souffle est plein de volupte ! ^ Tes matins et tes soirs, 6 beau mois enchant^, Naisssnt dans V harmonie et les flots de lumiere ! Avril, c'est toi qui viens egayer la chaumiere, Dont la bise d'hiver attristait le foyer ! Avril, c'est toi qui fais sous ton souffle ondoyer, Les flots du St. Laurent redevenus dociles, Quand tes feux ont fendus leurs cristaux immobiles. — Leon Pamphile Lemay. 112 april 3< aptil 4, 113 Hpril 5. m I TOi, qui brille en mon jardin, Y • Tendre fleur, ton destin m'afflige ; On te voit fleurer le matin, Et le soir mourir sur la tigc — Joseph Quesnel. fHESE Thy preachers of the wildwood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still ? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and Glory In the daffodil. — Alex. McLachlan. Hptil 6. JET light come to our eyes, for it is good To see the small flowers open one by one, And see the wild wings fleeting through the wood. They grow and perish uncomplainingly, And blameless live and end their blameless years. And mayhap we are blind and cannot see The rainbow shining, in the mist of tears ; And mayhap we are dull, and cannot feel The touch which strengthens and the lips which heal. — Chas. Mair. 114 aprU 5. iesnel. %chlan. april 6. )od. ars. iheal. IS. Maty. 115 Hpril 7. JA nature a repris sa beaute, sa jeunesse, -T Partout c'dst un r^veil qui vient tout redorer, Partout c'est un rayon qui rechauffe et caresse. C'est un luth que la main des brises fait vibrer. . . . Et cependant malgre tant d'eclat, tant d'ivresse, Je ne revois jamais le printemps sans pleurer. Car il me fait songer au printemps de ma vie, , Aux mille illusions dont je me suis berc6, ' Aux fleurs de mon chemin a la douce harmonie Qui charmait mon oreille aux beaux jours de pass6, Car ce reveil est plein d'une amere ironie Qui dechire mon coeur par les regrets froisses. > — William Chapman. Hptd 8. — — — |hen yellow-lock'd and crystal-ey'd, I dream'd green woods among ; Where tall trees wav'd from side to side, And in their green breasts deep and wide I saw the building blue jay hide, O, then the earth was yoimg! The winds were fresh, and brave, and bold, The red sun round and strong ; No prophet voice chill, loud and cold. Across my woodland dreaming roll'd, "The green earth waxeth sere and old. That once was fair and young! " — Isabella V. Crawford. [i6 lan. Hpttl 7. V.-':-. :• ^ -■ > april 8. *'i- .■ ♦^ ■ .>, .1- . i'.l . ;■. ford. 117 Hpril 9* fLus heureuse que nous la terre rajeunie, Peut boire chaque annee a la coupe b^nie De ses jeunes amours ; Retrouvant le bonheur sa voix toujours sonore Et montant vers le ciel salt retrouver encore Les chants des premiers jours. Printemps ! quand tu reviers ces rayonnantes flammes, Qui brillaient autrefois dans le fond de nos dmes D'espoirs eblouissants, ineffable tresor, Qui vibrait dans nos coeurs comme une harpe d'or, Saintes affections, illusions perdues Comme tes fleurs, helas ! ne nous sont pas rendues ! , V — Octave Crhnazie. ~^— Hpril 10. ■■Ji--' TIFTER Canada's winter have you seen <3^ The St. Lawrence set free by the generous sun : While the birds returned and the hills grew green, — Have you heard the first seen vessel's gun ? — G. W. Wicksteed. TJvril, c est le reveil, avril, c'est la jeunesse! ^ Mais quand la po^sie ajoute: mois des fleurs ^ II faut bien avouer — nous qui trempe I'averse, Qu'entraine la debacle ou qu'un gla9on renverse, Que les poetes sont des charmants persifleurs ! — L. H, Frechette. Z2d Hpril 0* le. HptU 10^ :-.) > :; He. 119 wmmmmmm - aprd II. f HEY call it Spring, and so it is I know; In every garden, green begins to grow. Through every meadow streams begin to flow. And clouds sail low and swift above the head, And winter blue is lost in April lead, And rivers over-run their icy bed. And see ! the snow has honey-combed its way Off hill and lawn, and left them brown and gray ; No green will come until a warmer day. aptti 12. "Jll of last week the brown earth had the sun, ^ But brown it stayed nor of the green blades one, What could it be that had not yet been done ? This early morning fell for half-anhour, A tremulous, half hesitating shower ; Within its tender train what mighty power ! For now at length the turf takes on a sheen Of rain-washed yellow deepening into green. The loveliest colour in the world, I ween. They call it Spring, and so it is, I know, Spring should be doubly dear to us who go One-half the year through Winter ice and snow. — Seranus. I30 Bprll II april 12. lUS. xai aprU 13. m THOU harp of crystal strings, Y * Beaten by the blast of wings ; Flame-white swan wings smite from thee Clang of lusty melody ; And thy sweetest string is stirr'd By the plume of smallest bird ! From the airy blossom-cup, Steals a perfume finger up ; Glides along thy chords, and makes Silent songs in misty brakes. Now the bare tree peak'd and brown. By thy bright frame bendeth down, Sways his length, and sweeps a strong Prelude to his leafy song. — Hptil 14* Harp of Spring ! thy minstrel is Each that feels the throb of bliss, Born of life — the violets steal To thy strings ; the swallows reel Thro' the reeling air, and curve On thy sounding chords ; and swerve • Reeds and willows to thy bars ; Love, with all his laughing stars, Who shall blame the human soul, If its tides upon thee roll, Shake thy frame and thrill thy string. Singing with the Harp of Spring! — Isabella V. Crawford. XS3 april 13. It '^'" ■;^.f:.A\.'<-'} ' ■".* ■'■ ^--r.::- I. ■ , '■■^;;V.-i.f> '%r-ii-I april 14. ord. 123 april 15. ml j'etais la douce hirondelle *7 Qui vole en chantant dans les airs, Quand viendrait engourdir mes ailes, Le vent glace de nos hivers, J'irais au pays des Espagnes, La-bas ou fleurit I'amandier Cueillir dans les vertes campagnes La fleur rouge du grenadier. J'irais me posant sur le dome, Le dome d'or de 1' Alcazar, Voir la perle du beau royaume, Ou regnait le Calife Omar ; april 16* Cordoue et la vieille Castille, Leon et ses portes d'airain Et Seville dont la tour brille Comme un rubis dans un ^crin. J'irais dans la fiere Venise, La ville de Faliero ' Me placant sur la tete grise, Des vieux lions de San Marco. Vous toutes, reines d' Italic, Oui, vous me verriez sur vos bords, Nageant dans des flots d'harmonie, M'enivrer de vos doux accords. 124 ' • r • 42l|^lll IU« v'.,,7 -3 - ' ■ • ■ ■■ ** 1 '■ ^ -"^ j , .. ■v'-:r' 1 • 185 Sprfl 17. Mais quand dans les fiots de lumiere Viendrait le printemps embaum^. Etendre en chantant sur la terre, Son manteau vert et parfum^, Avec les chansons pnntanieres, ^ Avec le soleil matinal, Avec les fraiches primeveres, Je reviendrais au ciel natal. — Octave CrJmazie. Hprfl 18. I BIRD sat piping upon a spray, All silvered over with blossoms gay ; His crimson plumage was wondrous bright, He seemed to have jflown from the realms of light. So clear a voice from his throat did pass. The charmed soul rang to it, like a glass ; He sang such paeans of victory, That the hearts of all men with hope beat high. He is dead — that bird of my golden days — Oh I would that again I might hear his lays ! — George Murray. __ Hpril 17. le. nray. Hpril 18, W7 april \9, If you had a bird with a broken wing, r Would you think it strange if it did not sing ? If one should shut out the sun and light, Could your rose unfold its petals white ? Since that is gone which you loved the best, Blame not your heart if it cannot rest. Your song, and rose, and heart may be More sweet and pure for their agony. — Frederick A. Dixon. Hpril 20. 71 LUTE-SOUNDING voicc in the woodland, T' A whisper that swells to a trill, As the wandering birds pipe their joyance. In the land that is dear to them still ! On the boughs are the dead leaves of autumn, Like regrets in the May-time of man ; New tendrils may sprout, birds may carol, But there's always a leaf sere and wan. — Isidore Ascher. ia8 april Id. Eprfl 20. 129 Hpttl 2h [his is no day for sadness, —let me breathe The sweet, pure air beneath the clear, blue sky, While visions, lovely in their vagueness, wreathe Their mazy forms before the wondering eye Entranced to look upon their witchery. This is no day for sadness ! — when the sun Is draped in weeping clouds of sallow gray. Or when the tranquil Autumn day is done. And the calm twilight sleeps upon the bay, Then may we sigh for loved ones passed away ! Hptil 22. And yet, why is it that at times like these. When nature wears her sweetest, sunniest face, When all the air is sweet with budding trees, And flowers bloom softly in each sunny place, And clothe the waking earth with tenderest grace ; And joyous birds their merry carols sing, Our hearts can never rise to notes like theirs ? A strain of sadness wanders through the Spring, The very perfectness of Nature bears A spell that weighs our hearts down unawares. — Fidelis. 130 1 Hpril 21. Hprfl 22. ts. X3X Hpril 23^ fRv footsteps press where centuries ago *J The Red Men fought and conquered, lost and won. Whole tribes and races, gone like last year's snow. Have found the Eternal Hunting Grounds, and run The fiery gauntlet of their active days, Till few are left to tell the mournful tale : We cannot lift the mantle of the past : We seem to wande** over hallowed ground : We scan the trail of Thought, but all is overcast. — Chas. Sangster. Hpttl 24* JANS ce siecle d'argent, ou I'impure matiere, Domine en souveraine ou I'homme, sur lai terre, A tout ce qui fut grand semble avoir dit adieu ; Ou d'un temps heroique on meprise I'histoire, Ou, toujours prosternes devant une bouilloire, Les peuples vont criant ; la machine, c'est Dieu ! Dans ce siecle d'argent, ou meme le g6nie, Vend aussi pour de I'or sa puissance et sa vie, N'est-ce pas qu'il est bon d'entendre dans les airs Retentir comme un chant d'une immense 6pop^e, Les accents du clairon et ces grands coups 6'6p€e, Qui brillent a nos yeux ainsi que des Eclairs. — Octave Cr^mazie. 132 Hprfl 23, T. Hpril 24« 133 apm 25. JB m6canisme a pris les chutes pour vassales ; L' Industrie a jet6 vingt arches colo<3>saIes Sur le fleuve, tremblant de peur ; Et narguant d^sormais les sauvages coleres Le touriste franchit nos foretss^culaires, Sur les ailes de la vapeur. Le progres a partout remport^ la victoire ; L'humble bouleau flottant fait place a la bouilloire, Le phare luit sur le rocher, L'^troit sentier des bois se cache sous nos rues ; Et les derniers debris des races disparues Vivent a I'ombre du clocher. — Achille Frechette. — Hpril 26. JEGENDES, doux r^cits qul berciez mon enfance, Vieux contes du pays, vieilles chansons de France, Peut-etre un jour, helas ! vos accents ing6nus De nos petits-enfans ne seront plus connus. Vous, vous tairez, ou bien I'^cho de votre muse Ira s'affaiblissant partout ou Ton abuse De ce grand vilain mot si plein d' illusion Et trop long pour mes vers : Civilization. — P. y.O. Chauveau. X34 Hptil 25. Hpril 20. 135 •m^^mmmmmm wmmm ■VHi Hptil 27* |Au£L beau soleil rajeunit la nature! T Souffle divin des brises du printemps, Rapportez-nous les fleurs et la verdure, Le saint espoir, les amours souriants ! Aliens aux champs, que loin du bruit des villes S'ecoule en paix ce jour de vrai bonheur. Les souvenirs reviendront plus dociles Aux doux attraits dc ce calme enchanteur. — Benjamin Suite. aptti 28* IJow over the tropic's broad ellipse ^f The sprite hath passed, as fleet and fast As the light of falling stars that cast A sudden radiance and eclipse ; And all the buds that are folded close As the inner leaves of an unblown rose, In bulb, or cone, or scale, or sheath, And sealed with the odorous gums that breathe Like the breath of the singing and sighing pine, When the dews are falling at evening time, Through cone, and sheath, and bulb, and scale Tremble and cry, All hail ! — Kate Seymour Maclean. 136 e. Hpril 27, Hpril 28< in. m Hptil 29* Y*AMOUR anime toute chose 'T D'un souffle divin cr^ateur : Le papillon qui se repose Sur la corolle a peine eclose, L'ornant d'une corolle soeur ; L'insecte qui d^ja bourdonne La chanson qu'il apprit de Dieu, Le brin d'herbe qui s'abandonne A la caresse que lui donne L'onde qui sourit au ciel bleu. — Ernest Marceau. Hpril 30* }»Ai pour m^decin la nature ; Ma pharmacie est mon jardin, £t la tisane la plus pure, Est, selon moi, le meilleur vin. Dans cette cabane rustique Les maux ne trouvent point d'acces : ToTit me plait, rien ne me fatigue ; Si je jouis, c'est sans exces. Je suis riche dans ma campagne ; Ses 6pis sont des ^pis d'or ; Gentils enfants bonne campagne M'aident a cueillir ce tr6sor. — y. D. Mermet. __ u. Hpdl 29. Hptil 30* lei. X39 Jn the seaport of St. Malo 'twas a smiling morn in May, * When the Commodore Jacques Cartier to the westward sailed away. In the crowded old cathedral all the town were on their knees, For the safe return of kinsmen from the undiscovered seas. A year passed o'er St. Malo ; again came round the day, When the Commodore Jacques Cartier to the westward sailed I away. But no tidings from the absent had come the way they went, And tearful were the vigils that many a maiden spent. But the Earth is as the Future — it hath its hidden side — And the Commodore Jacques Cartier was rejoicing in his pride, In the forests of the north — while his kinsmen mourned his loss- He was rearing on Mount Royal the fleur-de-lis and cross. And when two months were over, and added to the year, St. Malo hailed him home again, cheer answering to cheer. He told them of the river whose mighty current gave Its freshness for a hundred leagues to ocean's briny wave ; He told them of the glorious scene presented to his sight What time he reared the cross and crown on Hochelaga's height, And of the fortress clifif that keeps of Canada the key. And they welcomed back Jacques Cartier from his perils over sea. —D'Arcy McGee. 140 lover 141 /©as X. JiHTHisiQUE et toussant dans la neige, Y L'Hiver s'est ^teint lentement. Le ciel pleurait pour le cortege, Le jour de son enterrement. C'est au Printemps a lui survivre. II revient en grand appareil, Non pas en casquette de givre, Mais en cravate de soleil. Sortons. La boue est disparue ; Et pour mieux prot^ger son teint,' Avril qui passe dans la rue, Tient son parasol a la main. Et Mai qui le suit par derriere, S'avance, le front decouvert, Une rose a la boutonniere De son habit de velours vert. — Eudore Evantuel. /ftas 2. JyuissENT, ma bonne Amie, TT Les pages de ta vie, Avoir aussi leurs fleurs ! La paix et I'allegresse, Un plaisir, une ivresse, Et jamais d'amers pleurs. — LA)n Pamphile Lemay, r4» n I StSWS I* /Cap 2. 143 Wm^'^m |iTH throb of throstle and with throat of wren, Full of soft cheepings comes the longed-for May ; With myriad murmuring life throughout each daj', It grows and greens in grove and field and glen. Gleam marigolds across each fragrant fen ; The fields grow bright with dandelion gold ; The buttercups are yellow on the wold, Till all the earth is k ade glad unto men. And thus May comes most like some sylvan queen, Her trailing garments fringed with green and gold ; And passes by with shimmer and with sheen Of all her verdure, till she reach the fold That rose-crowned June will offer her between His flower-wreathed arms in fragrances untold. — y. Almon Ritchie. -^ /IDap 4* I HE sweet-mouthed shore hath wed the singing sea, And winds are joyous with their kissing chime. The voice-beseeching rapture of the time An utterance hath found in every tree, In bursts of happy rhyme. — Chas. Q, D. Roberts. ♦♦ 'JWhither wanderest thou, ™ O wind, with thy dreamy sighing ? " Take from my lips and brow The kiss and thought, and speed thee now To her, though unreplying. — Professor Chapman. /ftas 3, ^;.n -.wv ;•;''» ' W' v^-:'::h? . '- v'::'! ^I'i^i.KXV /Ra? 4^ I^5 /ftag 5. Aetits oiseaux, vos douces harmonies, x Quand vous chantcz me rattache a la vie ; Ah ! Si j'avais des ailes comme vous, Is'rais heureux avant qu' il fut deux jours! Seul en ces bois que j'ai en de soucis ! Pensant toujours a mes si chers amis, ^ , ■ • • • • . • C'est done ici que le monde m'abandonne! Mais j'ai secours en vous, Sauveur des hommes! — Cadieux. iJtdCQ 0. May ! thou'rt an enchantress rare — Thy presence maketh all things fair; Thou wavest but thy wand, and joy is everywhere. The foaming torrent from the hill Thou changest to a gentle rill — A thread of liquid pearl that faintly murmurs still. Thou givest fragrance to the breeze, A gleaming glory to the seas, Nor less thy grace is seen in yonder emerald leas. — Evan MacColl. .X40 /. jflDas 5. /l^al? 6i X47 /©as 7* I ozANNA ! La foret renait de ses ruines ; La mousse attache au roc son manteau de velours ; Et dans 1' ombre des nids, — fidelo aux lois divines, Bientot va commencer la saison des amours ! • • • • • • > • Sortons-nous, et groupes sur le seuil de la porte Respirons a loisir le vent que nous apporte Comme un vague parfum de lilas embaumes. — L. H. Frkhette. /IDas 8. JUiLD high thy nest, fond mortal, build it high. Thy wonted cunning 's all in vain. Thine art and curious labour boldly try ; Thy toil is for another's gain. " Sic vos non vobis niditicatis aves.'' — Virgil, — Rev, Mneas McD. Dawson. J TRUSTED that this perfect love of mine p Had won like love from thee ; and so my days Were filled with song of birds and summer-shine, And roses bloomed for me on all the ways. But love comes not because we wish it so, 'Tis lawless as the cold uncertain sea ; Some ships to peaceful shores its breezes blow — But some are wrecked on reefs of misery. — A. Stevenson, /Dub 7. /ftas 8. X49 — asws ©♦ « fHERE 's a day of life that I love best — Early May with a touch of June ; Blue Fky spreading east and west, And a river humming a rugged tune. The fresh breeze bears the breath of the blossoms- Over the way in the woods all wet ; The birds with song are swelling their bosoms — 'Tis a year since last they met. . O heart ! O love, do you love that day. Early May with a touch of June, Blue sky vaulting the broadening bay, And the river humming a happy tune. /Bau XO. -M. y. Griffin. |iNB is strong, and strong is the King, and woman is stronger still, But strongest of all is Truth, that lieth in God's will. For God is Truth, and Truth is God, and happy the man, Who sets his heart upon it, instead of on woman. — yohn Lesperance. IQO ItiWS 0« n. /IDag 10^ still, ce. y - rsx ObWS Ih lis some gem enriching, ^r Lost as soon as found, — As some strain bewitching, In a discord drown'd — As Eden fruit within some fair forbidden bound. - As a starlet looking On some wreck- strewn tide — With its brightness mocking The destruction wide — So is to my fond heart thy beauty and thy pride. /IDas 12» Suns were made to warm us, Stars to cheer us shine, Soars the lark to charm us With her song divine ; O think not less to please such peerless graces thine ! Love, thou archer clever. If thy shafts must fly, Aim at Anna — give her In her turn to sigh. Or teach me of thy grace her scorning to defy. — Evan MacColl. I5« /ftas n /Bag 12< [qU. 153 /Das 13» J 'AMOUR c'est un aimable songe Qui berce le coeur un instant, Le monde est un lieu de tourment, Et le bonheur — c'est un mensonge ! Enfant ch^rie, sur ton berceau Dors du sommeil de 1' innocence, Car c'est le reve de I'enfance Qui dans la vie, est le plus beau. — Felix G. Marckand. /IDas 14* fHBRE is but one to whom ray hopes are clinging. As clings the bee unto the morning flower ; There is but one to whom my thoughts are winging Their dove-like passage through each silent hour : One who has made my heart her summer bower, — Feeling and passion there forever bloom For her, who, by her love's mysterious power, Dispels the languor of my spirit's gloom. And lifts my dead heart up, like Lazarus from the tomb. — Chas. Sangster. 154 /Dag 13. "^f-t /IDag 14< ster. •55 msa^ 15. I Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand ; And Love builds on the rose-wing'd cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land. O, if Love build on sparkling sea, And if Love build on golden strand, And if Love build on rosy cloud, To Love, these are the solid land. O, Love wift build his lily walls. And Love his pearly roof will rear, On cloud, or land, or mist, or sea. Love's solid land is everywhere ! — Isabella V . Crawford. /!Das 10. M ROM scenes of glad love crowned, long gone down •^ The droning-billowed reaches of the years, The lotus-flutes are shrilling in mine ears. And torches flash into mine eyes and drown Their sight in envious tears. Oh. too long tarry ings make a weary way, Then kiss me. Love, and kiss me ; for the wings Of time are ever dropping divers things^; And who may from the promise of to-day Guess what the morrow brings ! — Chas. G. D. Roberts. ABas 15< i •'/;•,*''', /IBag 16. i57 /Rag X7. fN ne peut etre toujours belle ; Souvent, on ne le fut jamais. Sois done, alors, spirituelle Et gaie, 6 femme, et tu nous plais. Ne sois pas par trop raisonnable, Et par trop ne disputes pas ; Mais sois douce, polie, affable, On te trouvera des appas. — Michel Bibaud. I IMER est un mot doux a dire, Nous dit une aimable chanson ; Tendrement on aime a I'ecrire, On ne le lit point ^ ns frisson — y. A. Belanger. — — /Das 18. £ Lax, the lover, found The labourer's arms grow mightier day by day, More iron-welded as he slew the trees ; And with the constant yearning of his heart Towards little Kate, part of a world away, His young soul grew and shew'd a virile front, Full-muscled and large-statured, like his flesh. • •••••• For Love, once set within a lover's breast Has its own sun— its own peculiar sky, All one great daffodil — on which do lie The sun, the moon, the stars — all seen at once. And never setting, but all shining straight Into the faces of the tri'iity — The one belov'd, the lover, and sweet Love ! — Isabella V. Crawford. _ /IDaB \7. /Rap 18. 159 jflDap 10* |e never say, " Good Night," For our eager lips are fleeter Than the tongue, and a kiss is sweeter Than parting words, That cut like swords ; So we always kiss Good Night. There comes a last Good Night, Human life — not love — is fleeting ; Heaven send many a birthday greeting ; Dim years roll on To life's gray-haired dawn, Ere we kiss our last Good Night. — Chas. Sangsfer. /IDas 20^ m Js an imprisoned lark set free, ^ Soars up to Heaven with joyous strain Till, lost to sight, his rapturous trill Falls like a shower of music rain ; Then, with one loud, impassioned burst His full heart breaks, his song is done, And, sinking down to earth again, He sobs his life out 'neath the sun : E'en so, I, lying at thy feet, Would sing my love in ardent strain. Pouring my whole soul out in song, Only one favoring smile to gain ; And if I died of joy's excess, Beneath the sun of love like thine, I'd deem the power of Heaven to bless, Could give no bliss to equal mine. ^W. H. Fuller. 160 /ftau 10* /IDa? 20* i6i nDas 2h ;m Mother England, you would scarce believe y The things we do and say for love of you ! The sprig of holly that we kiss and kiss, And deck our Christmas table with — three leaves. Two berries, and a plenitude of stem — Is far the dearer portion of the feast. A pot of wallflower or a primrose root, A linnet or a lark within a cage, — How carefully we cherish them, and seem To see through them the dear and distant land, The ancient churches and the ivied lanes, The baby bridges and the tiny streams, The crowded gables and the diamond panes, Arthur's Tintagel, Shakspere's native strand ! — Seranus. Oba^ 22. ^ ujouRDHUi nous avons Albion pour ^toile ; 4^ ^ Au vent de ses progres nous tendons notre voile, Et joyeux nous narguons la tourmente et I'^cueil; Oui, I'avenir sourit a notre destinee, Et devant nos travaux TAmenque etonn^e Nous applaudit avec un sourire d'orgueil ! • Et si jamais, helas ! cette France adoree, Cette France qui verse en notre ^me enivree, Des souvenirs toujours pleins d'un baume odorant, Vient a voir s'effondrer son immense royaume, Vient a s'^vanouir comme Athenes et Rome, On devra la chercher aux bords du Saint Laurent ! — William Chapman. z62 Jii /Das 21. Obav 22. 163 /ftas 23^ ^iNSi puisse Albion sur I'ocean du monde, ^ Benissant un accord si f^cond en bienfaits, Aux splendides couleurs de la reine de I'onde, Allier pour toujours le pavilion Fran^ais ; Et puissent dans nos champs qu'un meme fleuve arrose L'erable et le char don, et le trefle et la rose, Croitre unis et fleurir en paix ! —L.y.C.Fiset. jflDag 24* ||HE Queen ! — this day around the world, J As westward rolls the sun, The British flag shall float unfurled, The British cheer shall run, To Her — the great, the wise, the good, The Sovereign of the free. Each true heart warmed by British blood Vows deep fidelity. God save the Queen I Vive la Reine ! ' Dhia sabhoil a Banrigh ! — G. W. Wicksteed. 164 Aas 23< /ftau 24« it>5 /IDas 25. IJjiTNESS the might of England's little isle, 'J7 And what made England great will keep her so, The free soul and the valour of her sons. • •••»••• For like to forests are communities — Fair at a distance — entering, you find The rubbish and the underbrush of states. - 'Tis ever the mean soul that counts the odds, And where you find this spirit, pluck it up — 'Tis full of mischief. — Chas. Mair. /IDa? 26. jET Mother England, that new land is fair, He/ shores pile agate and her sands run gold ; Her mountains gleam with garnet, and her capes With amethystine pansy -purple spar ; And rosy dykes or white traverse the gray Of that old limestone living in her cliffs. Her rivers are the fairest in the world — I challenge this — the brightest in the world, Most sparkling, blue, and altogether clear. Her trees drop manna and her blossoms joy. Her harvests never fail ; her streets are full Of her contented poor, her happy rich . — Seranus. i66 /©as 25. /IDau 26. 167 /IDaB 27. Ah, tenderly deepen the woodland glooms, J And merrily sway the beeches ; Breathe delicately the willow blooms, And the pines rehearse new speeches ; The elms toss high till they brush the sky, Pale catkins the yellow birch launches. But the tree I love all the greenwood above, Is the maple of sunny branches. —Chas. G.D. Roberts. /IDai? Z3. J»Ai vu le ciel de I'ltalie, Rome et ses palais enchantes, J'ai vu notre mere-pa trie — La noble France et ses beautes. En saluant chaque contree Je me disais au fond du coeur ; Chez nous la vie est moins dor^e Mais on y trouve le bonheur. — Octave CrAnazie. i68 1 /Das 27. , ,1 . . 'iV- *.,*■» ; /IDas 28. x69 M /ftas 20* fous souvient-il du temps ou la France chr^tienne, En tSte des nations, comme urn; grande reine, A travers les siecles marchait ? Les peuples saluaient sa demarche imposante, Et devant la croix seule, humble et reconnaissante Sa noble tete se penchait. Qu'elle 6tait belle alors ! Dans sa force f^conde, Sa grand intelligence illuminait le monde ,; Des splendeurs de la verite ! Son glaive flamboyait comme le soleil meme, Et Ton voyant reluire a son beau diademe Un rayon d' immortalite. /IDas 30* Elle civilisait mais c'etait 1' Evangile Qu'elle donnait pour phare a la raison fragile Des ^crivains et des penseurs. Et jusqu' au bout du monde a travers les abimes Elle envoyait partout ses apotres sublimes, Doiiner au Christ des defenseurs, Le front illuming d'une sainte aureole Elle semait au loin la divine parole Au-dela des monts et des mers ; Elle gardait au coeur la flam me apostolique, Et pour grandir le champ de la foi catholique, Elle allait decouvrir un nouvel univers. — A. B. Routhier. 170 /»ai? 29. ■."■■'«"'■"■ ;f ■;-:.( .--■!- ;?'''i.'' ;:'i ■■';'!''>,■ '■-' ••::»( ,;.;'' ilV » J ;.■.,; , ■■Ci'' • ■', >• !., flBag 30. %er. xyi Hba^ 3h «* JThis region is as lavish of its flowers J As Heaven of its primrose blooms by night — This is the Arum which within its root Folds life and death ; and this the Prince's Pine, Fadeless as love and truth — the fairest form That ever sun-shower washed with sudden rain. "This golden cradle is the Moccasin Flower, Wherein the Indian hunter sees his hound ; And thiL dark chalice is the Pitcher-plant; Stored with the water of forgetfulness. • •••••- " O, here I am a part of Nature's self, And not divorced from her like men who plod The weary streets of care in search of gain." — Chas. Mair. ;^ ♦. tr. /Bbag 31. J 73 wmmmmmmmmtm fHE Spring is gone — lig'ht, genial-hearted Spring, Whose breath gives odour to the violet, Crimsons the wild rose, tints the blackbird's wing. Unfolds the buttercup. Spring that has set To music the laughter of the rivulet, Sent warm pulsations through the hearts of hills, Re-clothed the forests, made the valleys wet With pearly dew, and waked the grave][old mills From their calm sleep, by the loud rippling of the rills. Long years ago the early voyageurs Gladdened these wilds with some romantic air ; The moonlight, dancing on their dripping oars, Showed the slow hatteaux passing by with care, Impelled by rustic crews as dJbonnair As ever struck pale sorrow dumb with song ; Many a drooping spirit longed to share . Their pleasant melodies, that swept among The echo-haunted woods, in accents clear and strong. — Chas. Sangster. 174 5une h An gentle gales up-blowing from the West, J She comes, like long-expected friend of whom I oft have said, " She cannot come too soon, So long'd have I to press her to my breast." v/ I gaze enraptured on her azure skies, , I feel the pressure of her hand so fair — Then grief steals over, thinking, oh ! how soon — The halcyon days will pass of my beloved June. — Henry Prince. 5une 2* JF I were blind, and could not see the leaves Trembling in beauty just above my reach ; If I were deaf, and could not hear the waves Breaking their tender hearts upon the beach ; Or mute, and could not speak the thought that thrills, Or cold, insensate, of the clod a part, I yet should yearn to breathe this air, that fills \ ^ The morn as God's love fills the lonely heart. This is the breath of life — the breath of life ! Wave-washed, sun-kindled, passionately pure. What ache of heart or brain, what marks of strife Could not this strong, invisible angel cure ? — A. Ethelwyn Wetherald. 5une I June 2< / >. A W ,:.i- ■■''.'*.. --.-»-. «- . T' 177 — -- June 3. Sow ccme they where they well may see The blossom-veiled apple tree. Quoth Eastland's queen, " Itgrieveth me That on the branch but blossoms are ! If it were only Autumn now, And apples crowned the stooping bough, I'd deem it fairer far : " Drooping so ripe and melting mellow, Rind-streaked red and flecked with yellow, Each one fairer than its fellow. Oh, methinks I see them now ! " —Chas. G. D. Roberts. June 4» t i|ssis dans mon canot d'ecorce, T' Prompt comme la fleche ou le vent, Seul je brave toute la force Des rapides du Saint-Laurent. C'est mon compagnon de voyage, Et quand la clarte du jour fait, Je le ren verse sur la plage; C'est ma cabane pour la nuit. J <: Quand viendra mon dernier voyage, Si je ne meurs au fond du flot Sur ma fosse, pres du rivage, ' Vous renverserez mon canot. • — M. V Abbi Casgrain. 5une 3< June 4. 179 June 5* fow o'er a clear —a placid stream, Half burnished by the sun's last beam, Which through the lofty pines was thrown, Our little bark went proudly gliding. As mistress of the wave alone, Where we in safety now were riding 'Midst scenes majestic, and as grand, As e'er were shaped by Nature's hand. So lightly did our birch canoe Steal o'er the bay of liquid blue. That easily was heard the song That touched the very soul of feeling. — Adam Kidd, June 6» fOYONs le capitaine et comme son pouvoir Fait ranger a sa voix chacun a son devoir II parle, on obeit, mais disons davantage ; II fait d'un seul regard trembler tout I'equipage, Absolu sur la mer, comme a terre le roi, Ses ordres prononces passant pour une loi, ;„ — Sieur Jean Tachi, |uAND chaque jour ressemble a la perle d'eau vive. Que ce soit sur la terre ou bien la-haut qu'on vive, Qu'importe que plus tard on prenne son essor ? Le torrent de la vie est comme un fleuve d'or ! —y. G. Barthe. t8o June 5< June 6. .J^.i-': I'-'li: z8i June ?♦ lUDDEN the day Brake full. All the morning's majesty And mystery of loveliness lay bare Before him ; all the limitless blue sea Brightening with laughter many a league around, Wind-wrinkled, keel-uncloven far below ; And far above the bright sky-neighbouring peaks ; And all around the broken precipices. Cleft-rooted pines swung over falling foam, And silver vapours, flushed with the wide flood Of crimson, slanted from the opening east Well ranked, the vanguard of the day. — Chas. G. D. Roberts. 5une 8. I'LL sing you a song of the sea, * With the waves sparkling bright, And the breeze blowing light. And our dear native land on the lea. How sweet is the song of the sea ! With friends lookmg out on the quay, Their kerchiefs and hands waving free, And bright smiles and welcome for thee — How sweet ! how sweet ! How sweet is the song of the sea. — W,H. Fuller. l\i2 1 5unc 7* June 8. m ^> IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1^ Urn ^ m ^ 2.0 2.5 I" 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 * 6" ► v] v^ /a "^V^ z!^ / Hiotographic Sciences Corporation S 32 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 .- •^■'M c^-'T -*4- ,-i'sx'- June 24. <» June 25* j^ARMi vos Parisians il n'est pas tres commun, X De trouver un auteur qui revient de la Chine Ou bien du Canada — c'est tout un j 'imagine. Sur nous vous le savez, on a dit de tout temps Les reves les plus for.s, les plus gros contresens, De nous d^figurer, il faudra qu'on s'arrete. Lorsque vous ferez voir au savant Philarfete Qu'il a trop menag^ I'insolent Warburton Dont les pointes p?*rfois sont d'assez mauvais ton Qu'un critique pourrait sans trop se compromettre, Etudier la carte afin de ne pas mettre 5une 26. I Dans les Etats-Unis, Bytown ni Toronto, Que Montreal n'est pas voisin de Tampico, De New York a Boston que les Indiens sont rare, Ici meme nos bois s'en montrent tres avares . Aves ces variantes Les critiques seront bien moins hilariantes. A vos amis, surtout dites bien Qu'on n'est point tatou^ pour etre Canadien I —P. y. O. Chauveau. 200 June 25. June 26. aox June 27* li SMALL blue flower with yellow eye q^ Hath mightier spell to move my soul Than even the mightiest notes which roll From man's most perfect minstrelsy. A flash, a momentary gleam, A glimpse of some celestial dream, And tears alone are left to me. Filled with a longing, vague and dim, I hold the flower in every light, To purge my soul's redarkened sight. I grope till all my senses swim. In vain ; I feel the ecstasy Only when suddenly I see This pale star with the sapphire rim. "-Chas. G. D. Roberts. 5une 28. Vn meadows deep, till summer's fullest flush, r With burnished buttercups and clover sweet. Where coy wild strawberries into ripeness blush, And eager children stray with restless feet, The dandelions all at leisure grow, Their silvery stems reach upward day by day, Awhile a gladsome, golden light they show. Then change to fllmy moons and pass away. What need of haste ? The summer days are long, And, ere the mower thinks upon his scythe, 'Mid sunshine, hum of bees, and warbled song, The dandelion has lived its life, full blithe. —Mrs, W, N. Clarke, ■Hi 'i'^':;;*'^ J.' Jv*''-^* June 27. I; r- •:•■ ffi."^-- /■■>■'...,.: M'. I :. June 28< ■ ■ _>v\/-;y ■■■ ,'■ ^,. .-■'' ."•'■ i. .'• ,v * '-. ■ ;■ ■■ ^ , ■. ; .'i'.^ '" .'• ., aoj June 20. I f INTER is mocked by garbs of green Worn by the copses flaked with snow, White spikes and balls of bloom, that blow In hedgerows deep ; and cattle seen In meadows spangled thick with gold ; And globes where lovers' fates are told Around the red-doored houses low, While rising o'er them, fold on fold, * The distant hills in azure glow. ./ — Ri. Hon. the Marquis of Lome, K,C.M.G. June 30» j^ANSiES for thoughts lips dare not speak aloud '» But mystically whisper in a flower, While stands the shadowy Future pale and bowed, Drawing the emblem-lots that shall them dower, — Nightshade to one, to one a red, red bloom, Fresh gathered with the dew in its warm heart, Wild woodbine, briars, gray moss pluck'd from a tomb, Balm flowers, sweet balsam, stinging-nettle smart — Prophetic oracles that glad and grieve. Given in Elfin Court Midsummer eve. — yohn King. ao4 5ttne 20. June 30* 205 fo-DAY, I said, the dust of creeds, The wind of words reach not my needs ; I worship with the birds and weeds. From height to height the sunbeam sprung, The wild vine, touched with vermeil, clung, The mountain brooklet leapt and sung. The white lamp of the lily made A tender light in deepest shade — The solitary place was glad. The wild rose swung her fragrant vase, The daisy answered from her place — Praise him whose looks are full of grace. And violets murmured where the feet Of brooks made hollows cool and deep ; He giveth His beloved sleep. Stars twinkled through the coming night, — A voice dropped down the purple light, — At even time it shall be light. Ah, rest my soul, for God is good ; Though sometimes faintly understood, His goodness fills the solitude. Fold up thy spirit — trust the night, As blossoms fold their leaves at night. And trust the sun, though out of sight. — Kate Seymour Maclean. ao6 tmat 3ulg U JBethought in visions of the night — "^ I saw, as in a dream Elysian, Our fair Dominion spread in sight, As from a prophet's mount of vision. From east to west it seemed to be Across the continent extended, And mighty stream and inland sea Gleamed in the sun — a vision splendid. 5ulB 2. Fair heritage and fruitful soil, This land — our own — we fondly cherish. Kept for us by the blood and toil Of those whose memory ne'er should perish, A land where Nature's forces teach A lesson stern, of bravely bearing Danger and ill — and youth may reach A prime of right and noble daring. — Fide lis. ao8 Jttlfi I :'N. 3ul8 2. 909 5uls 3. [Canada.] m J Y thy winter's stainless snow, Starry heavens of purest glow ; Glorious summers, fervid, bright, Basking in one blaze of light ; By thy fair salubrious clime, By thy scenery sublime ; ^ By thy mountains, streams and woods, By thy everlasting floods — If greatness dvi^ells beneath the skies Thou to greatness shalt arise. — Susanna Moodie. % 3ulB 4. s the great bridge which spans Niagara's flood Was deftly woven, subtile strand by strand, Into a strong and stable iron band, Which heaviest stress *and strain has long withstood So the bright golden strands of friendship strong Knitting the mother and the daughter land In bonds of love — as grasp of friendly hand May bind together hearts estranged long — Is deftly woven now in that firm gage Of mutual plight and troth, which, let us pray. May still endure unshamed from age to age. —W» H, Withrow. #T puis quand on la saura 'T Yankee Doodle on chantera, Apres quoi Ton s'ecriera : Vive la Republique ! — Chanson Historique (1807). 3ulB 3* / ,(;.- ■I -.M'.l -» [ ^^A t^. Jul? 4* 4 ;-:•:;; ':.:^^r"< ;,.:.;-'U ;•■';■''": „•' M>. ;■ 2X1 mmm 3ttls 5, jTow flies the summer swallow, scenting rain, ^ And low my heart from prespience of pain ; When the clouds scatter both shall mount again. Nor men, nor swallows, can soar every day, And men, and swallows should not, if they may. And well for both that skies are sometimes gray. For though the world is dull without the sun. More sweetly shines he after showers are done, And eyes are gladder when the tears have run. ' — Alice Horton. - y 5uls 6. 4 UAND on gronde, gronde, gronde, On voit du mauvais c6t6. Des mille c6t^s de la vie Prenons toujours le plus joyeux. -Benjamin Suite, ata J JttlB 5. 3ulB 6. al3 JUlB ?♦ — JE remords ne peut te saisir, Naive et confiante enfance, Dont la gaiete prend la defense, Non, sous r^gide du plaisir, Le remords ne peut te saisir ' - ■ t II ne t'a jamais fait pleurer 4 Comme on pleure quand on est homme, Quand I'avenir, tel qu' un fantome, Effraie et ne peut plus leurrer II ne t'a jamais fait pleurer. Jul? 8. Tu verses bien, parfois des larmes, Dans tes jours les plus orageux. Qui s'ecoulent au sein des jeux ; ^ En faisant tes premieres armes, Tu verses bien, parfois des larmes. Mais tu n'a pas de noirs chagrins, Pour un habit que tu d^chires, Ce sont des pleurs melis de rires, Qui rendent tes traits plus sereins, Mais tu n'as pas de noirs chagrins. — y, A. Belanger. ax4 3uls 7. 3ulB 8. ^v,.;/,.j.. ,.,- _,,, 5 5uli? 9. HAT wilt thou do with thy heart, my child ? • • • • • • ' ■. • Guard it, a treasure of price untold. Of value beyond earth's gems and gold ; Guard it from breath, from shadow of sin, No tempter must foothold gain within. Let love of thy God, and love of thy kind, Like tendrils around it closely wind, Blending those feelings of purest worth With love of Canada, land of thy birth. — Mrs. Leprohon. 5uli? 10* Verb are no books to be written or read, But cushions of softest moss instead. Without a care to cumber ; And fern-leaf fan for the weary head. Soothing the soul to slumber. Oh ! come from the dusty haunts of trade. From the desk, the ledger, the loom, the spade, — There is neither toil nor payment. Forget for once, in this peaceful shade, The sordid ways in which dollars are made, And food, and drink, and raiment. — Kate Seymour Mach ant 3l6 IflAi 5ttl? 0, 5y\..o, SJ ';:V^r ;-v^. '^:-, Juis to. i-U;"/i^ i':.: ^.'\,i.' /; ':> / ■ ai7 3uli? II. IThe purple shadows, dreamingly T Upon the dreaming waters lie, And darken with the darkening sky. Calmly across the lake we float, I and thou, my little boat, The lake with its gray mist-capote. We lost the moon an hour ago. We saw it dip and downward go, * Whilst still the West was all aglow. But in those blue depths, moon-forsaken, A moon-like star its place hath taken ; And one by one the rest awaken, — Professor Chapman. — %m 12. J'OiSEAU d'une aile l^gere. Vole aux climats temperes ; Le doux rayon de lumiere Vient peindre dans la paupiere Les lieux qu'il a p^netr^s. A son nid fuit la colombe, Dans le fleuve le ruisseau, Dans les escadron la bombe ; A son objet tout retombe L'homme descend au tombeau. -E. Prud'homme. 2lS 5ttls II. ' • . ; ! >t ,. ). : ' • . •' ''• ,1 -■**.,Tj 5ull? 12. Jul? 13. JDuT four times twenty years gives Fate, 'y Divides, controls, bids consecrate Twenty for growing, for laughter, and yearning, Twenty for loving, and mating, and learning, Twenty for making a name with the best, Twenty for wisdom, remembrans're, and rest, He who would have Life's full estate, Keeps thus his years inviolate. — Frederick A. Dixon. sm 14. Jn my heart are many chambers through which I wander free, * Some are furnished, some are empty, some are sombre, some are light, Some are open to all comers, and of some I keep the key, And I enter in the stillness of the night. But there's one I never enter, it is closed to even me. Only once its door was opened and it shut for ever more ; And though sounds of many voices gather round it, like the sea, It is silent, ever silent, as the shore. — yohn Reade. 230 :ee, )me sea, \de. 321 JulB 15. Jack along the river's edge ^ Twists a tangled hawthorn hedge, In whose thickets lurks the thrush, Broods the skylark in the weeds, <^ Floats the teal among the reeds, The warm wild-roses flush; , The sundews clasp their glittering beads, The sun in mid-sky reins his steeds, And languid noon enwraps the earth ; Scarce a living creature stirs Save some gadding grasshoppers That heedless prate their mirth. ^ ^^ —Chas. G. D. Roberts. — 3ulB 16* — — — JEiREFLY, thou art a pretty, pleasing thing, '^ In evening's dusk we catch, and thickening night, Now here, now there, by closed or opening wing, In grass and bushes wild, thy shimmering light- It meeto, it shuns, it meets again the sight, And this we note with emblematic aim, In stillness, thou art dark, in motion bright. We, men and Christians, are not we the same ? • •••••• Let us — O we have higher, holier mark — Beware the light within us be not dark ! — Bishop Mountain. 232 JulB 15, • - ,* ,,.1 1 '■'ra > A ■< ■<.* ■J, )(Ki* JUlB 10< aa3 ^mmilfmmmmimf Jul? 17* Ja main brunie a I'espagnole, ^ Semant des bouquets a foison, L'et6 danse la farandole, Le pied perdu dans le gazon. Le trefle croit sur la muraille, Le grillon chante dans le thym ; Et juillet, en chapeau de paille, Arrose les fleurs du jardin. 5ulB 18. II fait plus chaud que dans la forge Ou, pour les for9ats de I'enfer, Satan sur son enclume forge La chaine et le boulet de fer. Le bl6 promet. La fraise est mure. Quand vient le soir, tant I'air est bon, La lune, en quete d'aventure, Se promene sur son balcon. — Eudore Evanturel. 224^ 3ttls 17. ;'4:>', 5ttls 18< aa5 Jul? 19* I 'n a certain day, Ail set about with roses and with fire ; One of three days of heat which frequent slip, Like triple rubies, in between the sweet, Mild, emerald days of summer, Katie went, Drawn by a yearning for the ice-pale blooms, Natant and shining — firing all the bay, With angel fires built up of snow and gold. • . • • • • * " This is a day for lily-love," said Kate, T'^a while she made bare the lilies of her feet. And sang a lily-song that Max had made, That spoke of lilies — always meaning Kate. . 3m 20, — — '• Mild soul of the unsalted wave ! White bosom, holding golden fire ! Deep as some ocean-hidden cave Are fixed the roots of thy desire, Thro' limpid currents stealing up, And rounding to the pearly cup Thou dost desire, With all thy trembling heart of sinless fire, But to be filled With dew distilled From clear, fond skies, that in their gloom Hold, floating high, thy sister moon." — Isabella V. Crawford, 236 5uls 19, Jul? 20. 23; 5ulB 21. JL est midi. La chambre est sombre ; A la fenetre on a cloue, Pour donner du frais et de Tombre, Un grand chAle a carreaux, troue. Dans un coin la paupiere close, Sur son oreiller de duvet, . Le bebe doucement repose, Et le chien dort a son chevet. 7 A travers les trous du vieux chile Que son poids fait partout plisser, Un rayon de lumiere pile, De temps en temps vient se glisser, Dans 1 'autre chambre, le potage Se met sur la table, fumant, 5ulB 22. Le pere rentre de I'ouvrage, Joyeux. Mysterieusement, La mere, le doigt sur la bouche, Par la porte ouverte a demi Lui montre, dans un coin, la couche Ou bebe repose endormie. Un bras replie sur le tete, CoUe au front ces cheveux mouilles ; De la couverture indiscrete On voit sortir deux petits pieds. Eux se regarderent en silence, Tout emus, la main dans la main, Pendant qu' a part soi, chacun pense II aura ses six mois demain. •Napoleon L^gendre. aaS JUlU 21. JUlS 22< 529 Juls 23» BULRUSHES. [hen soft rich breezes lull the drowsing land, Where dragon-flies float down across the stream, Erect and swarthy in the blue light, stand These sentinels of summer's murmurous dream. BUTTERCUPS fHESE myriad pasture chalices of gold A sweet wind* blows, they know not whence, above : Soft up the hill-grass wine- warm light is rolled. And every flawless cup is filled with love. MAPLE LEAVES. foME maple leaves even in summer heat The fevered flush of anguished grief had caught — The very waywardness of sadness sweet : Was it in memory or in weird forethought ? — Bliss Carman. |e are waiting in the nightfall by the river's placid rim, Summer silence all about us, save where swallows' pinions skim The still, gray waters sharply, and the widenicj circles reach, With faintest, stillest music, the white gravel on the beach. The sun has set long, long ago. Against the pearly sky Elm branches lift their etching up in arches slight and high, Behind us stands the forest with its black and lonely pines, Before us, like a silver thread, the old Grand River winds ; Far down its bank the village lights are creeping one by one, Far up above, with holy torch the evening star looks down. — E. Pauline yohnson. a^o JttlB 23< )S 3nV8 24. «3» 3' z5. - — ft'iL est un Stre irresistible, *^ Dans ce qu'il fait, ind^pendatit, Impartial, indifferent, A la priere inaccessible, Contempteur d'un flatteur encens, Sourd aux accens les plus touchans, A tout, en un mot, insensible, Cet etre certes, c'est le Temps. * Le Temps fletrit la fleur brillante, Tane I'herbe au milieu du champ, Gate le fruit app6tissant, Seche la plante nourrissante, 5ulg 26. Pourrit I'arbre, rouge le fer, Use I'argent, brise la pierre, Fait d'une ville un cimetiere, Une solitude, un desert ; Change le printems en automne. En vieillards les vermeils enfants. Non, le Temps n'epargnes personne, Ne respecte petits ni grands, Moissonne les laches, les braves ; Ne manage pas plus les rois Que les derniers de leurs esclaves. — Michel Bibaud. ai2 3uls 27* |/f HiLDHOOD alone is glad. With it time flees J In constant mimes and bright festivities ; It, like the ever-restless butterfly, Or seeks or settles on some flower of joy. Youth chases pleasure, but oft starteth pain ; And love, youth's birthright, oft is love in vain ; While manhood follows wealth, or woos ambition. That are but courted cares ; and with transition Insensible, he enters upon age ; Thence gliding like a spectre from life's stage. E'en through the door of dotage. — Chas, Heavysege, 3uls 28» >• Suaust 10, 251 Hugust II* |ythe some it is shippes and golde ; Wythe some it is dwellings faire ; Wythe some it is blossoms that folde Theire beautie away from the aire ; Wythe some it is castles in Spain That tower through a rosie cloud ; Wythe some it is visions of Paine That compass them like a shroud. Wythe others 'tis feasting and fun, The thynge they call ' • Ly fe, ' ' no doubt ; Wythe some it is fame well done, And garnished with puffes about ; ^!^ HUflUSt \2. Wythe some it is places highe ; Wythe some it is stockes and shares ; Wythe others 'tis kites to fiie ; Wythe some it is fancie faires ; Wythe some it is grace to walk Through lyfe aright to the grave ; Wythe some it is yearning to talk Wythe the friend beyond tb > wave ; Wythe some 'tis to make new friends; Wythe others to keep but one ; Wythe some 'tis to make both ends Meet as they never have done. — Set anus. 352 1 august tt. X '' HUflUSt 12* ■.*.;. ■.:-_■■>.• . CiV /''■-. >,- ,:';*.<•.>*. ^.■>.■;•;^ 15. 253 — Huguat 13* ux profondeurs de vos taillis, Je veux lire votre poeme, O mes belles forets que j'aime ! Vastes forets de mon pays ! f Oui, j'irai voir si les vieux hetres, Savent ce que sont devenus Leurs rois d'alors, vos anciens maitres, Les guerriers rouges aux flancs nus. Je chercherai dans les savanes La trace des grands elans roux Que riroquois, I'oeil en courroux, Chassait jadis en caravanes. -.t UXlQMSt 14* Dans ces souvenirs glorieux La foret entiere drapee, Me dira Timmense epopee ! De son passe mysterieux ! Mais quand mon oreille attentive De tous ces bruits s'enivrera, Tout pres de moi retentira Un sifdet de locomotive ! ' —L. H. FrMette. a54 Bu0uat 13. august 15» If-' |uR life is like a forest where the sun Glints down upon us through the throbbing leaves ; The full light rarely hnds us. One by one Deep rooted in our souls there springeth up Dark groves of human passion, rich in gloom, At first no bigger than an acorn-cup. Hope threads the tangled labyrinth, but grieves Till all our sins have rotted in their tomb, And made the rich loam of each yearning heart To bring forth fruits and flowers to new life. Thus in light and shade We live, and move, and die, through all this earthly glade. — Chas. Sangster. — — — HuQUSt 10» — —— fAiD the voice of Evil to the ear of Good, • Clasp thou my strong right hand, Nor shall our clasp be known or understood By any in our land. ••I, the dark giant, rule strongly on the earth. Yet, thou, bright one, and I Sprang from the one great mystery — at one birth We looked upon the sky ! " — Isabella V. Crawford. 356 — HUCUSt 15* , , ,. ■ '■'''. ^ ■ .1. ■,/,,,■;:.,. : ■■-_•'•■ y.'U'-'':^ ; r;:.-. '; ;,;.' ;-r'' ^ :U'': ■■\.; '■'':■:.■,: ";>,:v /diiyiiz7i iv/* J ' ■'- '■- ^/ ;■ :. ' ■ ■■' . "■^ ■■ . '■■^ ■ ■■■ ■ '- . • ■'.'■' ■''■ • \ • * • 857 Huoust 17» [Sable Island.] fHE winds are but thy blood-hounds that do force The prey into thy toils ; the insidious stream That steadily pursues its noiseless course, Warmed by the glow of many a tropic beam, To seas where northern blasts more rudely scream, Is thy perpetual almoner, and brings All that to man doth rich and lovely seem, — Earth's glorious gifts — its fair and glorious things, And round thy dreary shores its spoils profusely flings. ■«/ HUQUBt 18* The stateliest stems the northern forest yields, The richest produce of each southern shore, The gathered harvest of a thousand fields, Earned by man's sweat — or paid for by his gore. The splendid robes the caverned monsters wore, The gold that sparkled in Potosi's mine, The perfumed spice the eastern island bore, The gems, whose rays like morning sunbeams shine, All — all — insatiate isle — these treasures all are thine ! — Hon. Jos. Hotve. asS Hugust 17* i' , ■'■■. '• . '. I ■^:p.<. .,.;,:>■.//■: ,;m . j, - ,1, . «- ■ i /-. UUQXXBt 18. 259 Huguat 19. J»LL sing you a song of the sea, When the sky lowers dark O'er the plague-stricken barque, As she drifts on the desolate sea. How sad is the song of the sea, When overhead hangs the dun cloud, Like a pall o'er the dead sailor's shroud. As he sinks in the vast wand'ring sea. How sad ! how sad ! How sad is the song of the sea ! Hugust 20. I'll sing you a song of the sea, When the fierce lightnings flash. And the stormy waves dash, And the rocky shore looms on the lee ; How dread is the song of the sea ! When the hearts of the bravest will quail, As they shrink from the furious gale. And the wrath of the menacing sea, How dread ! how dread I How dread is the song of the sea i —W. H, Fuller, 260 n ler. HUQUSt 10* Hugust 20» a6x HuflUSt 2U «HE sunset with its red and purple skirts Hung softly o'er the bay, whose rippled breast Flashed crimson, and the froth-streaks round the beach Were glowing pink. The sands burned ruddy gold. And foot-marks crossing them lay sharp and black. 'y A flood of purple glory swept the shores, And spread upon the vineyards, and the groves Of olives round the river's banks, and clothed The further matted jungles, whence it climbed The rugged scaurs and jagged ravines, till It lay a splendor on the endless snow. ., —C has. G. D. Roberts. — Huaust 22. — — — JAPTiSTON, c'est un homme, epais, positif ! Fleurs gais, soleils au bois, riantes promenades — Baptiston, mon ami, n'est pas assez naif Pour gouter, comme un fou, des fadeurs aussi fades. Montez-lui, quelque soir, ce coucher de soleil Ce grand dome d'azur, cet Occident vermeil : II s'^meut a peu pres comme ma vache brune, Qui regarde en beuglant le lever de la lune. Ma vache au doux regard — que j'estime beaucoup — La voyez-vous beuglant au sein du paysage ? Ce globe d'or qui monte au-dessus du bocage, Ella s'aper9oit bien que c'est neuf ; mais c'est tout. — M, L'Abb^ Apollinaire Gingras. 262 n UUQUBt 2X. ■-.■ni Hugust 22» i O:-^ 263 w^virmfmnm'm HuflU0t 23» |2iSE ! rise ! rise ! a Thou with the glorious eyes, And the noiseless step, and the queenly air, And the wings that beareth beyond despair The soul that is overladen ! Bear me — O ! bear me away ! I am weary of things of clay, Of the lonely night and the dreary day, As ever was love-lorn maiden. O what is the use to toil Thro* sorrow and sin, that soil The soul till it hates itself with a hate Which is ever the sharpest sting of fate, — Hating the body, its wedded ruate. — Carroll Ryan, aufliiet 24* — — — fiGHT hath her fancies as she shroudeth us ; And when the body, weary from its labour Doth rest in peace, fancy wakes up again, And acts the scenes that we had passed among. Yet, there is more than fancy in a dream ; And few men live who have not felt their force. Oft in our dreams the spirits of the dead Do show themselves to eyes within the soul ; And spirit comes to spirit, as of yore. And maketh our lost friendship even fresher. Dreams are realities, while they do last. — y. H. Gamier. 264 HUdUSt 23« *'■..,■..,::, A.. .,:-'">r Kv-;-.. .-• ■, t' K J';-" :' ■t*^"^ ^. - Hugust 25. Besper appears when flowing gales Have filled the sunset's fervid sails, When down the low, dim orient hills, The purple gloaming soft distils To nestle in the crooning vales. To fretted hearts whom want assails, Whom youth, nor hope, nor love avails To loose their wearying load of ills, Hesper appears, —Chas. G. D. Roberts. Huaust 26* ;|nuAND le crepuscule emerge ^ A i'horJzon empourpr6, Lorsque la brume asperge, L'herbe onduleuse du pre. C'est I'heure myst^rieuse, Doux prelude de la nuit, Ou I'dme se sent heureuse Loin de la foule et du bruit. O nuits pleines de mystercs, Je vous admire en tout lieu Avec vos brises l^geres Qui vibrent sous le ciel bleu I Je vous aime avec vos astres Qui meme dans nos desastres, Noup charment par leur clart^. — Eustache Prud^homtiie. _ Hugust 25» Huflust 26. :P: ■"f^--n '-'-"^ ' ^'T *r,': u. 267 ■■ HU0U8t 27. fHE night blows outward In a mist, And all the world The sun hath kissed. Along the golden Rim of sky A thousand snow-piled . Vapours lie. And by the wood And mist-clad stream The maiden morn • Stands still to dream. HUdUSt 28« W. W. Campbell. fHE deep-eyed night drew down to comfort him, And lifted her great lids and mourned for him, Foreknowing all his woe, and herself weak To bend for him the indomitable fates ; And heavier dews wet all the trees and fields ; And sighs cool-drawn from infinite wells of space Breathed round him, and from forth the unbowed hills Came strength, and from the ocean essences And influences to commune with him. — Chas. G. D* Roberts. 368 august 27. august 28^ 269 HUQUSt 29. v/ [hat is this heart of ours Throughout the dark and long despondent years ? A garden rank with faded flowers, An urn brimful of bitter tears, Our life with its proud record of high deeds It choked with weeds. We rise, and then we fall, We stumble over pebbles in the way, We hate and yet we love the thrall Of sinful joys and gods of clay. And our poor hearts can never firmly cling To one good thing, — yohn Lesperance. august 30. V fHE dross of life, men's vices and their failings, Should from our memories be let slip away. As drops the damaged fruit from off the bough Ere comes the autumn. It were wise, nay, just, To strike with men a balance ; to forgive. If not forget, their evils for their good's sake, Thus, cherishing the latter, We shall grow rich in life's pure gold and lose Only its base alloy, its dross and refuse. — Chu, 4,es Heavy sege. 270 Huguat 29* auQU0t 30* 271 Huduat 31* Jn half unconscious misty youth, * He heard the trembling voice of Truth Speak to his secret soul ; And strangely, wildly, beat Life's flood, Mysterious ecstasy of mood Did anger and condole. Within the carnal cage a bird Its pinions plumed, its warblings stirred, And fluttered towards the goal. In sleep he heard the mystic voice Whose music made his soul rejoice. And glorified repose ; It seemed from the abyss of thought, An under-current, wonder-fraught. That dyingly arose : For, purple-sailed, the ships of gold, Like the ephemeral kings of old. Rode on the billowy throes. — Archibald Mc Alpine Taylor. 273 Huguat 3l* ;:. lA -.-,?■- m 273 J ftuMMER is dead : shall we weep or laugh ^ As we gaze at the dead queen's epitaph, Which Autumn has written in letters of gold ? She was bright and beautiful, blithe and young, And through grove and meadow she gaily sung, As with careless footsteps she danced along To the grave where she now lies cold. Shall we laugh as we stand at earth's palace door With the faded crown that poor Summer wore, And, placing it on her sister's brow, Forget the face that once smiled beneath The faded crown, and the flowery breath That parted those lips now cold in death, For Autumn is monarch now ? Summer is dead ! shall we laugh or weep, Is she really dead, or only asleep With her sleeping garments on ? She only sleeps, and in meadow and grove Again in gay dances her steps shall move, Rut shall she come back with the friends we love ? — God knows, and His will be done. — jfohn Reade. 274 [it'll September X. Il HE long pine branches lightly bend T Above gray rocks with moss o'ergrown, And rays of golden light descend Aslant, on twisted root and stone, All still and silent at our feet Lies the broad river's glassy sheet. No sounds the dreamy stillness break, No echo o'er the lake is heard, Save that the leaping fishes make, Or twitter of a lonely bird : And sum.mer sweetness seems to stray Confused* through the September day. — Fidelis. September 2. J'ATMosPHfeRE dort, claire et lumineuse ; Un soleil ardent rougit les houblons Aux champs, des monceaux de beaux 6pis blonds Tombent sous I'effort de la moissonneuse, Sonore et moqueur, I'^cho des vallons R^pete a plaisir la voix ricaneuse Du glaneur qui cherche, avec sa glaneuse, Pour s'en revenir des sentiers plus longs ; Tout a coup eclate un bruit dont la chute Retentit au loin, et que repercute Du ravin profond, le vaste entonnoir. Quelle est la raison de ce tintamarre ? .. ^ C'est quelque chasseur qui de mare en mare Poursuit la b^casse ou le canard noir ! —L. H. Frkhette, September I* September 2. V7 ' ':->i ■ i . '"^^i-'i'-r r-L: m.. ■^.|v r^'\ ^-^ ^ IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) i^. iy A<^t. y. 1.0 I.I 1.25 1^ |2.8 '" mi/. If 1^ 1.4 M 16 a .^ A ^m Hiotographic Sciences Cbrporation 33 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ^ i"*?*^'"" \ "-'f 'V September 3* iQuAND un Chretien se determine T A voyager, Faut bien penser qu'il se destine A des dangers, Mille fois a ses yeux la mort Prend son image, Mille fois il maudit son sort Dans le cours du voyage. September 4* Quand tu seras dans les portages, Pauvre engage, Les sueurs te couleront du visage, Pauvre afflig6 ! Loin de jurer, si tu me crois, Dans ta colere, Pense a J^sus portant sa croix— II a mont^ au Calvaire ! — Chanson Populaire. 278 September 3* September 4* 379 September 5. || HERE were no parting if there were no meeting, T There were no gladness if there were no grief, After the bitterest anguish comes relief, And after separation joyful greeting : In spring we listen to the raptured beating Of Nature's heart ; then mourn the falling leaf, And seek forgetfulness in garnered sheaf. For sunny summer days, alas ! too fleeting. — A . Ethelwyn Wetherald. I HE Land had put his ruddy gauntlet on Of Harvest gold to dash in Famine's face. — Isabella V. Crawford. September 6* ^o, if we wish To wind up pleasantly the skein of life. The way is to endear ourselves to others, And thus live in the memory of friends, Which is that only after-life on earth Which costs not war and orphans, tears and toil, Racked brains by day, and vigils drear by night, But may be bought by what a child can give, — A smile, a word, a small sweet deed of kindness. — Samuel Watson, 28o September 5^ ■^ r ,.■■'; September 0. - 28x September ?♦ ;-;. 1 September 18* 493 September 19* |es reves d' or berceront ton enfance, Insoucieux tout te semblera beau. Tu grandiras avec toi I'esp^rance, Prisme trompeur qui nous suit au tombeau. Plus tard enfin le temps impitoyable Detruira tout, plaisirs, projets, bonheur. Dors mon enfant ; ton reve est agr^ab'e, Bientot viendrait des pensers de douleur. ^ September 20^ Si le destin sur la terre etrangere Guide tes pas bien loin de ton pays, Ton verseras plus d' une larme amere, Au souvenir de ces bords trop cheris. Le haut rang meme ou tu semblerais etre Perdra soudain a tes yeux sa splendeur. Dors mon enfant ; le sol qui t'a vu naitre Sera toujours le pays de ton coeur. — Franfois Zavier Garneaa. 3»4 September 19. ^j;''':,'v^' , • ' 'i i ;1 iT.i V ■ r ■'4:J ■-■T September 20. «95 September 2U [hat know I, As I bite the blue veins of the throbbing sky, To the quarry's breast, Hot from the sides of the sleek smooth nest ? What know I Of the will of the tense bow from which I fly ! What the need or jest, That feathers my flight to its bloody rest. September 22» What know I Of the will of the bow that speeds me on high ? What doth the shrill bow Of the hand on its singing soul-string know ? Flame swift speed I — And the dove and the eagle shriek out and die ; Whence comes my sharp zest For the heart of quarry ? The gods know best. — Isabella V» Crawford. age September 2t »J • ■■■':' '■ ■ ." . ., r'-y September 22* nr September 23* An either side, \\here birch and maples grow, ^ The young hrs stand with eager hands below. And catch the yellow dropping leaves, and hold Them fast, as if they thought them dropping gold. But fairy gold they'll find them on the morrow, When their possessing joy shall turn to sorrow. —Chas. G. D, Roberts. September 24. JARMi les voyageurs, lui y a de bons enfants, Et qui ne manquent guere mais qui boivent souvent, £t la pipe a la bouche, et le verre a la main, lis disent, camarades, versez-moi du vin. Lorsque nous faisons rout la charge sur le dos. En disant camarades, ah grand Dieu, qu'il fait chaud ! Que la chaleur est grande, il faut nous rafraichir A la fin du voyage, on prendra du plaisir. Ah, bon jour done, Nannon, ma charmante Lison, C'est a toi qui porte des souliers si mignonnes, Garnis de rubans blancs par derrier par devant, Ce sont des voyageurs qui t' en ont fait present. — Chanson Populaire. 898 September 23» >'■• .^v .^... September 24* 899 September 25* jWHEN the heavens throb and vibrate ™ All along their silver veins, To the mellow storm of music Sweeping o'er the starry trains, Heard by few, as erst by shepherds On the far Chaldean plains : Not the blazing torch-like planets, Not the Pleiads wild and free, Not Arcturus, Mars, Uranus, Bring the brightest dreams to me, But I gaze in rapt devotion On the central star of three. September 26* Central star of three that tingle In th^ balmy Southern sky. One above and one below it, Dreamily they pale and die ; As two lesser minds might dwindle When some great soul, passing by. Stops and reads their cherished secrets, With a calm and godlike air, Luring all their radiance from them — Leaving a dim twilight there, Something vague and half unreal. Like the Alpha of despair. — Chas, Songster. 300 September 25» '*;.<;" • - . ,,». ■ *» • f ? «/ September 26* 301 September 27* fOT in science, not in art, Hives the balm for the poor heart : We are bound, until made free By the great humility ! Knowledge is the tree of woe, — All your fathers found it so : All philosophy is vain — Be a little child again. — Alex. McLachlan. September 28.- fijo came the Autumn's ruddy prime, *T And all my hopes, which had no morrow, Like sea- weed cast upon the beach. Like drift-wood barely out of reach Of waves that were attuned to sorrow, Lay lifeless on the strand of time. — Geonge Martin. 'he south wind laid his moccasins aside. Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs and cast His useless wampun, beaded with soft dews. Far from him northward ; his long ruddy spear Flung seaward, whence it came, and his soft locks Of warm, fine haze, grew silver as the birch. — Isabella V . Crawford. _ _ ( September 27. 4 ' i; (■ September 28* 303 September 20» fHE earth hath its autumn glory, But it seemeth all too soon For the summer sunshine to pass away, And the light of the summer moon. ,j All gone ! So the heart dreams sadly, • Yet wherefore should'st thou repine, When the Love that guides the season's course Is a higher love than thine ? September 30» A higher love and a wiser Bids the summer come and go, And the same hand that loosens the blossoms now Shall banish the winter's snow. In the daily round of duty Lose sight of the present pain, And look with a calm and hopeful heart , For the sprmg that shall come again ! — Fidflis. 3.( i 305 '*v Xail the autumn's ripe fulfilling ! . " Heaped orchard-baskets spilling 'Neath the laugh ter~shaken trees ; Fields of buckwheat, full of bees, Girt with ancient groves of fir, Shod with berried juniper, Beech-nuts mid their russet leaves ; Heavy-headed nodding sheaves ; Clumps of luscious blackberries ; Purple clustered traceries Of the cottage climbing vines , Scarlet fruited eglantines ; Maple forests all aflame When thy sharp-tongued legates came, —Chas. G. D. Roberts. 306 ©ctober X. Jes feuilles des bois sont rouges et jaunes ; 'T La foret commence a se degarnir ; L'on se dit deja : I'hiver va venir, Le morose hiver de nos froides zones. — L. H. Frechette. *t Jt stirs my heart to hearken to the axe, And hear the wintry crash of falling trees ; Ay, these fresh forests make an old man young." '• Oh yes ! " said Max, with laughter in his eyes ; " And I do truly think that Eden bloomed Deep in the heart of tall green maple groves. With sudden scents of pine from mountain sides, And prairies with their breasts against the skies." — Isabella V. Crawford. — — — ©ctober2» fHE Autumn hills are golden at the top, And rounded as a poet's silver rhyme ; The mellow days are ruby ripe, that drop V One after one into the lap of time. The long day of the year is almost done, And nature in the sunset musing stands. Gray-robed and violet-hooded like a nun Looking abroad o'er yellow harvest lands. Empty and folded are her busy hands ; Her corn, and wine, and oil, are safely stored, As in the twilight of the year she stands. And with her gladness seems to thank the Lord. — Kate Seymour Maclean. __ ^ ©ctobet U ©ctober 2. 309 ©ctober 3. / ^LONG the shore, like huge fireflies ^ Revelling through the dark, Many a fisher's light Flashes and flames to-night, At the prow of the gliding bark ; And the black smoke floats From the pitch-pine knots That light the swift spear to its mark. ©Ctober 4* Glancing and dancing like shooting-stars, Glimmering, gleaming bright, Far up and down the bay. In beautiful disarray, They glide all this Autumn night ; Like auroral gleams Flushing the streams, / As far as the eye can sight. — Chas. SangsUr. 310 f^ October 3. (TUaoM^l'\i f -<;,,■ ■'• ''"'•'-I.' ' ' /■■■/■:.:'V'. October 4» 311 ©cto&er 5. fARFois sur la route suivie Dans ma course vers 1* avenir, J' essaie a remonter ma vie Sur I'aile de mon souvenir. Beaux jours de limpide innocence, Ou sont vos bonheurs ing^nus ? Reves, ch^ris de mon enfance, H^las! qu'etes-70us devenus? Soleil de mes blondes ann^es, Combien n'as-tu pas, dans ton cours, Laiss^ de pauvres fleurs fan^es, Sur la tombe de mes amours ! ©ctobet 0* Beaux jours ou Vkme en son ivresse Chercher ties plaisirs inconnus !,..... Reves charmants de ma jeunesse, H^las ! qu'etes-vous devenus ? Souvent, lorsque mon front se penche Sous le £ardeau de mes ennuis, Je vois comme une forme blanche Qui hante mes jours et mes nuits. Chimere longtemps poursuivie Par tout de regrets superflus ! — Doux reves qui doriez ma vie, Helas ! vous ne reviendrez plus. — L. H. Frhhette. 3ia ©ctober 5. ■ ' :< 'i . ,'':.:i,J iU" -.rY> '•■.:: »'„ ©ctober 6. 313 w ©ctobet 7. tJgain the Autumn smites the earth, V And dims the summer's light, And drives the dying leaflets forth Wasted with damp and blight. They fly like cursed things of ill, ^^ Stricken and tempest-tossed, And in the ominous gloom and chill, A re trodden down and lost ; Like dim forebodmgs in the soul, A vague mist steals abroad, And, like a muttered anguish, roll The mournful winds of God ! ' — Isidore Ascher. 4 ' ■ -- — — ©ctober 8. f*EN doutons pas, il est des larmes dans les choses, Et notre terre boit des oceans de pleurs, C'est I'automne, et le ciel a pris des traits moroses, Sous des nuages noirs il cache ses douleurs ! Les ronces des sen tiers ont 6tou£fi6 les roses ; Dans les vallons jamais d^perissent les fleurs ; Les coroles des lis a peine sont Closes, Qu'un orage fletnt leurs brillantes couleurs; Le fleuve en soupirant raconte a ses rivages De Ingubres secrets et d 'horribles naufrages; L'arbre se plaint, la brise a des gemissements, Tout souffre et semble en proie a la lutte supreme, Comme I'humanit^, la nature elle-meme, A. ses heures de deuil et ses abattements. — A, B. Routhier. p' ' ■ ' ^ II 314 •>'"• i'\ ' ' ' ' ' ""'■'■.■'■: ' ''';■■' ■ ■ .' fc * -■ ' ■ ' , # ■.■.'.. '■ ''■'■"■ " ' ■ ■■ ■ ■^■' ' ■'■ ,•■'■.■.: ■ ■' /^/*^/>h/>t» (2 / 315 ©ctober 9. [L. H. Papineau.] J ui, ce puissant tribun que la foule en demence •T Saluait tous les jours d'une clameur immense, Re\6g\i6 d^sormais dans un monde id^al, Drap6 dans sa fiertd qu'on croyait abattue, II dormait dans I'oubli, gigantesque statue iv Arrachee a son pi^destal! Souvent, lorsque le soir de ses lueurs mourantes, Dorait de I'Ottawa les vagues murmurantes, Au-dessus des flots noirs, sur le coteau penchant, Ou I'aigle Canadien avait pli^ son aile, On le voyait debout comme une sentinelle, Regarder le soleil couchant. ©ctober XO. Myst6rieux echos du passe ! les raffales Lui jetaient comme un bruit de marches triomphales ; Puis son oeil s'allumait d'une Strange clarte. Aux Eclats de la poudre, au son de la trompette II avait entendu claquer dans la tempete Le drapeau de la liberte. — L. H. Frkhette. 3x6 ©ctober 9. •■t '!■..■>.■ if. . . ' ©Ctober 10^ //^ 317 ©ctobet II. me,- The painted tepees of his tribe. Close some Stood neath the mount ; some by the river's sands, Where tethered danced in the in-eddying foam The swift canoes — some staunch for war's demands ; Some of a grace with odorous cedar-wings, But fitted for love's happy wanderings. Bearing the love-led warrior proudly plumed, And Indian maid clad in the softest doe, Feathered and fringed, her olive breast illumed With rustic gems, his gift, by daring brought From nature's stores, o'er ways with danger fraught. —R, Rutland Manners, ©ctober 16. ^ BRAVE back-ground of mountains, grand sierras ^ That wear ifor half the year their hoods of snow. But now are rosy-tipped with purple shadows. The genius of the place is satisfying. — Hunter Duvar. I LOVE these mountains, soaring in their pride. f' No plants or herbs their shining feet conceal, Where crags beneath a shroud of silver hide — Crags which would blunt the stubborn ploughshare's steel. The mountains yield us no prosaic gains. Nought but their beauty, which enchants a few ; I lov/e them better than the teeming plains, So far from Heaven that God seems lost to view. — Geo, Murray. 388 ■nw ff^g ' -'wM ^g:" October 15. ©ctobet 16. 383 ©ctobet \7. Ihere the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like v/orld of sward, And encamped along the prairies, Tower the white peaks heavenward ; Where they stand, by dawn rose-coloured, Or dim-silvered by the stars, And behind their shadowed portals Evening draws her lurid bars : Lies a country whose sweet grasses Richly clothe the rolling plain ; All its swelling upland pastures Speak of Plenty's happy reign ; ©ctobet 18* There the bison-herd in autumn Roamed wide sunlit solitudes. Seamed with many an azure river Bright in burnished maple woods. Night-dews pearled the painted hide tents, •• Moyas" named that on the mead Sheltered dark-eyed women wearing Braided hair and woven bead. Never man had seen their lodges. Never warrior crossed the slopes Where they rode and where they hunted Imu bulls and antelopes. — Rt. Hon. the Marquis of Lome K.C.M.G. 324 ©ctober 17» ©ctobet 18* 325 ©ctobef 19* I OT in the quiet churchyard near those who loved them best, But by the wild Saskatchewan they laid them to their rest ; A simple soldier's funeral in that lonely spot was theirs, Made consecrate and holy by a nation'3 tears and prayers. A few short prayers were uttered straight from their comrades' hearts, A yolley fired in honour, and the company departs. ©ctober 20. Their requiem — the music of the river's surging tide. Their funeral wreaths — the wild flowers that grow on every side, Their monument — undying praise from each Canadian heart That hears how, for their country's sake, they nobly bore their part; So, resting in their peaceful graves, beneath the prairie sod, Enshrined in golden memories, we yield them up to God. —E.G. P. 3a6 ©ctbber 10. ©ctobet 20» 3«7 ©ctobet 21. JMo fabled land of joy and song is this t" That lieth in the glow of eventide ; Not sung by bards of old in minstrel strain, Yet he who reads its history shall learn Of doughty deeds well worth all knightly fame. It is a land of rivers flowing free, Lake -mirrored mountains, rising proud and stern,— A land of spreading prairies ocean wide. Where harsh sounds slumber in the hush of gloom. And peace hath brooded with outstretched wings. ©ctobet 22. And here a mighty people shall arise, A people nurtured in full liberty ; Yet, not forgetful of the Mother land Who scans with kindly eye her child's career, Wafting a blessing o'er the mighty sea. • «*••• Such may thy future be — not great and lone In never-sated commerce — rather great In all that welds a people heart to heart ; Among thy sons may many a leader spring. By whom the ship of state well piloted, Thy haven of wide Empire thou may'st reach, — An empire stretching from the western wave To where the rosy dawn enflames the seas. — y. H. Bowes. ©ctober 21. ©ctobet 22. 3a9 October 23* flF seasons, like the human race, had souls, r Then two artistic spirits live within The chameleon mind of Autumn — these The poet's mentor, and the painter's guide. The myriad-thoughted phases of the mind Are truly represented by the hues That thrill the forests with prophetic fires. What palette ever held the flaming tints That on these leafy hieroglyphs foretell How set the ebbing currents of the year ? • ••••• Autumn the poet, painter, and true king ! His gorgtious ideality speaks forth ®ctober24. From the rare colours of the changing leaves. And the ripe blood that swells his purple veins Is as the glowing of a sacred fire. He walks with Shelley's spirit on the clififs Of the ethereal Caucasus, and o'er The summit of the Euganean hills ; And meets the soul of Wordsworth in profound And philosophic meditation, wrapt In some great dream of love towards The human race. .... — Chas. Sangster. 330 ©ctober 23* r;- '■/-> ©Ctober 24* 331 ©ctober 25. |ne moment the slim cloud-flakes seem to lean With their sad sunward faces aureoled, And longing lips set downward, brightening To take the last sweet hand kiss of the king, — Gone down beyond the closing West acold, Paying no reverence to the slender queen, That, like a curved olive leaf of gold, Hangs low in heaven rounded toward the sun ; Or the small stars that one by one unfold Down the gray border of the night begun. — A. Lamptnan. ®ctoi)er26. I IRDS that were gray, in the green are black in the yellow, There, where the green remains, rocks one little fellow. Quaker in gray, do you know that the green is going ? More than that, do you know that the yellow is showing ? Singer of songs, do you know that your youth is fliying ? That age will soon at the lock of your life be prying ? Lover of life, do you know that the brown is going ? More than that, do you know that the gray is showing ? — Seranus. 33» ©ctober 25, ©ctober 26. u_ 333 ©ctobet 27* J|Iake the stars thy friends, Soar to their brilliant homes on wings of thought, Or mould them to thy will upon the earth, By careful study : like the falcon, mount And strike the quarry in the circling air, Though it quadruple thee in magnitude. — Chas, Sangster. i[long the line of smoky hills ^ The crimson forest stands, And all the day the blue-jay calls Throughout the autumn lands. ^W. W. Campbell. ©ctobet 28. moREVER burning, ever unconsumed, ■^ Like the strange portent of the prophet's bush, The autumn flames amid a sacred hush ; The forest glory never brighter bloomed. Upon the lulled and drowsy atmosphere. Fall faint and low the far-off muffled stroke Of woodman's axe, the schoolboys' ringing cheer, The watch-dog's bay, the crash of falling oak; And gleam the apples 'mid the orchard trees, Like golden fruit of the Hesperides. —IV. H. Withrow, -34 ©ctobcr 27* ©ctobet 28. 335 ©ctober 29* ll HE trees rustle ; the wind blows T Merrily out of the town, The shadows creep, the sun goes Steadily over and down. The labourer toils in gray wise, God-like, and patient, and calm ; The beggar moans, his bleared eyes Measure the dust in his palm. The wise man marks the flow and ebb ; Hidden and held aloof In his deep mind is laid the web — Shuttles are driving the woof. — A. Lampman. ©ctobetSO* |ow bright and fair Were this sad world, which still is beautiful. If all men loved all others as themselves, And weighed the present with the days to come, — Causes with consequences. Happy dream. Yet not a dream to all ! Thank God for those Whose hearts were drawn towards the whole wide world. Who lived for all mankind, for every age. — jfohn Reade. 33<5 ©ctober 29* ©ctober 30* 337 ©ctobetSl. t|nd then, the Indian Summer, bland as June : ^ Some Tuscarora king, Algonquin seer, Or Huron chief, returned to smoke the pipe Of peace upon the ancient hunting grounds, The mighty shade in spirit walking forth To feel the beauty of his native woods, Flashing in Autumn vestures, or to mark The scanty remnants of the scattered tribes Wending towards their graves. Few braves are left. Few mighty hunters, fewer stately chiefs, Like great Tecumseth fit to take the field. And lead the tribes to certain victory, Choosing annihilation to defeat : But having run the gauntlet of their days, This autumn remnant of some unknown race, Hearing the winter of their sad decay, Fall like dry leaves into the lap of Time ; Their old trunks sapless, their tough branches bare. And Fate's shrill war-whoop thundering at their heels. — Chas. Sangster. 138 ©ctober 31. 339 fow Indian Summer's golden vapours fly, And Nature dreams 'neath autumn's drowsy eye ; The changing forests in a gorgeous blaze Of glory, end their transient Summer days ; The flush of fading verdure, like the streak Of beauty on Consumption's dying cheek. Paints all the woods, and fills the deep arcades Of vari-coloured leaves with glowing shades Serene and holy, as the rays divine That through the pictured panes of some old Minster shine. The beech and sycamore in robes of gold Await their doom like Egypt's queen of old ; The spreading chestnut tints of orange throws, And brilliant scarlet on the maple glows ; The prouder oaks blush with a deeper red, Abashed that they their leafy vestments shed, But the tall pine, however seasons range, Clad in eternal green braves every change — Mid fading nature rising stern and grand, The type and emblem of the forest land. — William Kirby, 340 ■ ■ ft! mowmbet U ?*LA r automne qu' est arriv6. Tous les voyageurs vont monter. Nous n' irons plus voir nos blondes, Dans les chantiers nous hivernerons ! Pauv' voyageur, que t'as de la misere ! Souvent tu couches par terre ; , A la pluie au mauvais temps, A la rigueur de tous les temps ! Dans les chantiers nous hivernerons ! — Chanson Populaire, IRovember 2. s OR will He who forgets not any weed That blooms its little life in forest shade, And dies when it hath cast its ripened seed. Forget the human creatures He has made, Frail as they are and full of infinite need. Now like a sheaf of golden arrows fall The last rays of the Indian Summer sun ; And hark ! along the hollow hills they run, Invisible messengers, the battle call Of coming storms, in pipings faint and small, They bring : — the pageant of the year is done. — Kate Seymour Maclean. November !♦ Vlovcmbct 2. 343 flovembet 3. 1 »AiME ces soirs d'antomne et leur pftle beaut^. Je sens que I'ftme est plus legere ,, Devant cette nature ou rien n'est tourmentS ; Et les ^toiles d' or gravitant dans leur sphere Me semblent doucement s'approcher de la terre £t sourire a I'humanit^. — y. A. P. Prendergast. *lox>embet 4* fow out of woodland copse and cover, Dies the Summer as died the Spring, And days of delight for lover and lover. And buds that blossom and birds that sing ; And southward over our inland sea Have vanished the humming-bird and the bee ; Fleet on the blast the dead leaves hover, Loud in the forest the axe-strokes ring. — Chas. P. Mulvany. 344 flopcmbet 3* •Wovember 4» m :^ 345 flovembet 5* fljATRON Autumn, with face brown flushing, *N^ Shakes the last ripe fruit to our ieet ; Wines from apple and grape are gushing — Winter's solace from summer's sweet, '^ And the rain-swollen river is unto her * Of December's feast-day the harbinger. When down the rapids the logs are rushing, When the lumberers' camps in the forest meet. — Chas. P. Mulvany. f\ovcmbct 6* 4^oMMB au soleil levant s'enfuit la brume d'or, T Comme au souffle du soir vole une feuille d'arbre, L'6t6 vers le passe vient de prendre I'essor Et Novembre est venu jeter son froid de marbre. — William Chapman. «N this shrill moon the scouts of winter ran r From the ice-belted north, and whistling shafts Struck maple and struck sumach — and a blaze Ran swift from leaf to leaf, from bough to bough. Till round the forest flashed a belt of flame, And inward licked its tongues of red and gold, To the deep tranced inmost heart of all. --Isabella V. Crawford. Hovembet 3» • ,. 1 ' - .,.;■ -■ ,;;:::;■;:./■'• r- : ' i ^iTcdJ' * .,''''\ '•■ '\"\ll'..''f .. : '.^ }.' ■.-,.. ' ■:^: .;-.;,. _■ *■ ■'.*:...'■. ' flo^cmbet 6. .»( 347 flovember 7* fHEN harvests all are home, and, piping loud, November winds drive past the racking cloud ; The country sports begin, and changing round f '-■' From house to house, the festal nights resound. As evening wears, from all the neighbouring groves, The youths and maidens come in merry droves ; The forest paths re-echo with their glee, And mirth anticipates the jovial hee, ; William Kir hy . flovcmber S. IL fait froid ! il fait froid ! poete, c'est I'automne J Avec son ciel brumeux qui bient6t va venir ; L'^te comme un spectre sous son manteau frissonne: II fait froid ! il fait froid ! les oiseaux vont partir. • ••••••• Les voix que nous aimions, elles vont done se taire ? Par piti6, prends ton luth ; ton chant seul peut nous plaire, Les oiseaux n'^tant plus dans nos bois pour chanter. — Eudore Evaniuil. m8 Hovember 7. r, K. 4. ,- ■ Jf ' ' . ■ ,' -f "'/ •■;*:; '■/ ,,";,' ''■• 'V,- ■; '■'■•^ '! i.'".'. ■3*,''*' ''^"■; :', !-:'■;! ;':■■/: i-T^ ''. ■-;-^'' ,,'t::',:';'^'. flovember 8. 349 Wovcmbct 9* |»D rather mould one burning star of thought, ^ Whose light would centre in some darkened mind, Make some lone heart a peopled universe. Lit by the smile of God's unmeasured love, Than sway the sceptres of an hundred thrones, Or boast the wealth of Croesus ten times told. — Chas, Sangster, tiovcmbcv 10* fAR la brise d'automne a la foret volee Une feuille d'erable erre dans la valine, Papillon fantastique aux ailes de carmin ! Un enfant qui foldtre au pied de la colline, S'^lance pour saisir cette feuille divine : Enfin, la feuille est dans sa main. Ne m^prisez pas, je vous prie, Cette feuille rouge et fl^trie, Leger debris de la foret : Dieu la ch^rit, puis qu'il I'a faite I Pour cet enfant d^ja poete Cette feuille — pour nous muette — Porte du beau quelque reflet. — M. VAbbJ Apollinaire Gingras. Hovembet 9. flopembet 10* 351 flopember 1 1. }*Ai, sur un gueridon, tout pr^s de ma fenltre, Un petit rosier blanc entr'ouvert a demi, Pauvre fleur solitaire en qui je vois renaitre, Dans un lointain vermeil, le printemps endormie. . Ainsi, quand vient pour nous I'automne de la vie, Une seule vertu suffit pour I'embellir Et prater son parfum a I'dme endolerie, £n attendant I'avril qui ne doit pas finir. * — NapoUon Legendre. flovembet 12* fHE silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles; It smote our breasts and smote our backs, Thundered the front cleared leaves — As sped in fire, The whirl and flame of scarlet leaves. With strong desire Leaped to the air our captive souls. We, freed souls of the trees, looked down On the river's shining eyes of brown, -^Isabella V, Crawford, 35a flovember II* flovcmber 13* jThe woods that are golden and red for a day V Girdle the hills in a jewelled case, Like a girl's strange mirth, ere the quick death slay The beautiful life that he hath in chase. Darker and darker the shadows pace Out of the north to the southern sands, Ushers bearing the winter's mace : Keep them away with your woven hands. Hovembet 14» The yellow light lies on the wide wastes gray, More bitter and cold than the winds that race From the skirts of the autumn, tearing away, This way and that way, the woodland lace. In the autumn's cheek is a hectic trace ; Behind her the ghost of the winter stands ; Sweet summer will moan in her soft gray place ; Mantle her head with your glowing hands. ENVOI. Till the slayer be slain and the spring displace The might of his arms with her rose-crowned bands, L,et her heart not gather a dream that is base ; Shadow her head with your golden hands. — A. Lampman, 354 flopcmber 13. Hopcmber 14. 355 I^MM IRowmber 15» ^ Site deep and wide, O axe, the tree, ^ What doth thy bold voice promise me ? " ' * I promise thee all joyous things, That furnish forth the lives of things 1 ••For every silver ringing blow, Cities and palaces shall grow ! " •' Bite deep and wide, O axe, the tree, Tell wider prophecies to me." '•When rust hath gnawed me deep and red, A nation strong shall lift his head ! *'His crown the very Heav'ns shall smite, ^ons shall build him in his might ! " " Bite deep and wide, O axe, the tree ; Bright Seer, help on thy prophecy ! " , — Isabella V. Crawford. flovember le* t[ nous les bois et leurs mysteres, ^ Qui pour nous n'ont plus de secret I A nous le fieuve aux ondes claires Ou se relieve la iorhi ! A nous I'existence sauvage, Pleine d'attraits et de douleurs ! A nous les sapins dont 1' ombrage Nous rafraichit dans nos labeurs. Bans la forSt et sur la cage Nous sommes trente voyageurs. — Octave Crhnazie. i3S6 tiovmbct 15. •November 10^ 357 •Ropembet 17» ^viEZ-vous ^prouv^ la malice des hommes ? ^ Ou plut6t, trouviez-vouz qu'ici bas nous ne sommes Qu' un jouet d'un instant dans les mains du malheur ? Aviez vous done appris que I'existence a vide, H61as ! ne pouvait pas combler I'immense vide, De ce gouffre sans fond que Ton nomme le coeur ? tiovcmbct 18. Venus bien apres vous dans cette sombre ar^ne Ou partout le douleur domine en souveraine, Nous avions moins v6cu, nous avions moins soufifert, D6ja r illusion a notre espoir ravie A fuit loin de nos coeurs et nous trouvons la vie Plus aride que le desert. — Octave CrimaMUi* 35» November 17* •ttovember 18* 359 ■M laovembet 19. 71 SONG begun — begun, but never ended ; <3^ A rose-tree that has never borne a rose ; A love that with no other love has blended ; A story with beginning but no close ; A life half lived, its duties half completed ; A soul that never joined with other soul ; t^ An army, ere it ever fought, defeated; A racer started that ne'er reached the goal ; A picture merely sketched but never painted ; A sky from which the sunlight all has fled : The tint of purity grown soiled and tainted ; A hope half uttered, and so, wholly dead ! •Rovembet 20^ Had fate been kinder, th^^n the song were finished, The picture painted, and the story told, And love through want of love had ne'er diminished, Noi* hope had vanished, growing dead and cold. So runs the fqle, the pitiful, sad story, So sad, so frequent — then why try at all ? So dimly shaded lies the road to glory, Why make endeavour that will likely fall? Glory is dross ! The nobler aim is duty. This freely do thou do ; foregc the rest ! The honest putpose makes the truest beauty — What matter if tho^ fail ? Do but thy best / ■^Frederick A . Dixon, 360 November 19* flovembet 20* 361 ^■p -Viovcmbct 21. I»AUTOMNE est accourru. L' horizon est grisAtre. L' oiseau ne chante pas dans le rameau mourant, Le soleil verse a peine une lueur rouge^tre, Et r arbre desole jette sa feuille au vent. Plus de concerts sans fin sur le flot qui foldtre ! Plus de courses aux bois oii j'allai si souvent ! Les soirs tristes et longs me voient aupres de I'^tre, . Savourant a loisir quelque drame emouvant. Mais, parfois en lisant — le volume m'echappe, Et puis je me surprends revait de cette etape. Que nous avons franchie autrefois tous les deux, Alors, songeant aux jours ou nous vivions ensemble, J' essuie a ma paupiere une larme qui tremble; Car, vois tu, mon ami, je me sens deja vieux. Bovem&er 22* ■William Chapman. Iho curseth sorrow knows her not at all. Dark matrix she, from which the human soul Has its last birth ; whence, with its misty thews, Close-knitted in her blackness, issues out ; Strong for immortal toil up such great heights, As crown o'er crown rise through eternity, Without the loud deep clamour of her wail, 1'he iron of her hands, the biting brine Of her black tears, the soul but lightly built Of indeterminate spirit, like a mist "Would lapse to chaos in soft, gilded dreams, As mists fade in the gazing of (lie sun. — Isabella V. Crawford. 36e movemberair mopember 22» ■fV> ■■)■'■ 363 •Rovember 23* ¥l fait bien noir. J'entends siflfler la brise : r" Le vent d' automne effeuille mon noyer ; Mon chien sommeille et ma braise agonise : II fait bien noir, ce soir, a mon foyer ! Ces blancs flocons qui tombent en silence ? C est de la neige, — ou plutot de I'ennui ! Chantons mon ^me, un hymne a 1' esp^rance : ' Car il fait noir, — Oh ! bien noir aujourd'hui ! Enfants ! I'ete sous les riants bocages, Faites captifs d'eclatants papillons. L' automne, enfants peuplez d'oiseaux vos cages: Les blancs frimas vont charger leurs buissons. mopembet 24. Mais prenez garde a votre insouciance, Et dans vos coeurs, pleins de fleurs et de miel, Enfants, t&rdez d'encager I'esperance: Car I'esperance est un oiseau du ciel. II neige encore. Mais a travers son voile, Le ciel se teint d'une rose lueur. Dans le brouillard je distingue une etoile, . , Et mon brasier petille avec humeur. D* un givre d'or mon vitrail se nuance: Tout me sourit — I'hiver et I'avenir ! O douce fee ! O riante esperance ! Merci ! Merci ! — Laisse-moi te b6nir ! — M. L'Abb/ Apollinaire Gingras. >64 florembet 23» IRox^ember 24. 365 I ii mmt g Vlovcmbcv 25^ I^NCE again !— to the days of the barons of old, Y When the flagons of silver blazed bright on the board, And the bacchanal roared, Amid bucklers, and banners, and baldricks of gold, And fierce beauty that flashed back the light of the sword, Till the spears shook aloft their red fingers of steel. And the hollow mail clattered and cheered on the walls Through the echoing halls ; While the minstrels broke in and so maddened the peal, That the broad-breasted steeds neigh 'd aloud in their stalls ; And the revel at last rang so furiously out, That the arrows, close packed, almost sung in their sheaves Among helmets and greaves, Falchions, bows, and petards that, all scattered about, Strewed the dark, oaken floor of the castle, like leaves. movember 26. I- When the lord of the wassail rose, flushed to the brow, And swinging his massive cup high in the air, In the torches' broad glare, ^ Pledged the land of the holly and mistletoe bough, ^ And quaffed long to the brave, and quaffed deep to the fair, While adown to the sea turret, tower and spire. Poured a full-throated peel from each deep, iron lung ; And the yule log's red tongue Licked the huge, stony chops of its cavern of fire, As the flame through its murky throat thundered and sung ; And the haughty retainers stood up in a line. Before great smoking haunches, and lustily cheered When the boar's head appeared. And arose from the feast with their beards drenched with vine ; Till the revelry died away, weary and weird. — James McCarroll. i66 •Rovembet 25» •Ko\>embet 26. ■■( _ V' 367 flot>embet 27» [oE ! Woe ! Hearken ye ! We are diminished, The cleared land has become a thicket : Woe! Woe! They are in their graves, They who estab!ished it, — The great League, Yet they declared It should endure — • The great League ! Woe! Their work has grown old. Woe! Thus are we become miserable. -Iroquois Book of Rites. IRovember 28. [founder of MILWAUKEE.] luNEAU, so fair, and whose wit was so keen, *f Came here in the year 1818 ; An Indian trader of fame and renown. Lived on the east side, called Juneau's town ; And, in fact, was the king of the place. So manly and bold, with a dark hazel eye, Always told you the truth, and never a lie; The pioneer man of his race. [HISTORICAL.] fHE relics of the past are in decay ; Another people owns the land to-day , And everywhere the word progression is engravedt But still a name most dear to memory ; De Langlade's is and ever more will be A noble name by History's bright annals saved. 368 Hopcmber 27* November 28. 369 tiovcmbcv 29. ¥es ombres planent sur la ville, -T La fumee au-dessus des toits Dans I'air vaporeux et tranquille S'eleve et s'etend a la fois ; De temps en temps se fait entendre Un bruit des machines pesant, Ou bien une voix douce et tendre An sein du bal eblouissant. Pourquoi suis-je melancholique ! Devant ces spectacles divers, Mon 4me autrefois pacifique, Est soudain remuee ainsi qu'un flot des mers ! IRovembet 30. C'est que, quand viennent les tenebres , . Sur la ville se replier, Elle porte en ses plis funebres / Le symbole de rhomme entier : De rhomme avec son harmonic, Et ce qu'il a de discordant ; De I'homme avec tout son genie, De rhomme avec tout son neant — E. 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December 4* fowN the St. Lawrence winter storms begin. Deep, deep the snows and hard the frost sets in ; The smaller streamlets first to cease to flow, And often buried in the drifting snow. The •* habitant " with capote snug and warm, Drives his rude sleigh and battles with the storm ; His smart, small palfreys gallop gaily by The well-filled barns that near the road may lie ; He pours his patois French in ditties gay. And love or war beguiles the whitened way. — y. K. Lision. 376 December 3, 2)ecember 4* ^m u •I Becembet 5* IS true no scent of flowers nor hymn Of forest songsters free, Nor aught of beauty, marks the time Of thy nativity, — Yet in thy presence, dear, to me 'Tis summer ail the while ; I' Yea, more than all its charms I see In thy love-lighted smile! Hail then unto thy natal day ! And ever with it be Affection-— friendship's warmest ray, And health and wealth to thee. — Evan MacColl. — ©ecembet 6. Ah ! la neige, la belle neige ! 7 Voltigeant partout sous les cieux, A tout passant faisant cortege De ses fiocons blancs et soyeux. Elle nous baigne la figure Dans ses 6blouissants cristaux, Cette neige fraiche et si pure Qui doit pourtant se fondre obscure, Avec le fange des ruisseaux. — Napoleon L^endre, 37« 1HI 2>ecembcr 5* December 0. H)eceml)er 7. mLowLY the stars rise, one by one, •^ Rise and sink till the night is done. Came the shuddering dawn of day, But the singing had died away, The frozen bird on the frozen bough Perched, and its singing was silenced now. Silenced ! and r^t when the wind is still. And the pines make music along the hill ; When the new-blown snow in the light of day Glistens as naught but the new snow may ; December 8. When the warm breath stiffens upon the cheek, And the cold cuts short half the words we speak ; When the ice is a good foot thick or more. And we hear the voice on the other shore : Then,— for all that the bird is dead, And its thrilling love-song silenced, — We hear its voice from the frozen bough. Listen ! and you may hear it now ! ^ • • • • • , Each good deed, and each sweet, true song, Finds an echo our whole life long. — Francis Rye. December 7. Bccem&cr 8. 381 mmmmmmi December 9. fiD ever on painter's canvas live The power of his fancy's dream ? Did ever poet's pen achieve Fruition of his theme ? Did marble ever take the life That the sculptor's soul conceived ? Or ambition win in passion's strife, What its glowing hopes believed f Did ever racer's eager feet Rest as he reached the goal, Finding the prize achieved, was meet To satisfy the soul ? — Daniel Wilson. December lO* )B songe a toi quand se d^roule Le nuage au-dessus des monts, Le vent le presse et le refoule, Lutte gigantesque a tout croule, Derriere les noirs horizons. Je songe a toi lorsque Decembre Blanchit les gothiques carreaux. Quand le fagot embaum^ d'ambre Que I'on allume dans ma chambre Fait fondre leurs brilliants cristaux. — E. Prud'homme. 38a December 9. HJecember to* 383 H)ecembetll* Ils sont beaux nos grands bois quand le printemps fleurit, r Et vient les revetir de leurs riches toilettes Mais qu'ils changent d'aspect lorsque I'hiver blanchit Leurs membres, d^charn^s comme de grands squelettes ! —A.B, Routhier. A cold north wind from the Polar Seas, T Thy breath congeals lake, brook, and river ; You strip the leaves from the tallest trees., And make them bend, and sigh, and quiver ! — jfohn Itnrie. F/ccembct 12 I HARP is the frost, the Northern Light Flickers and shoots its streamers bright ; Snow-drifts cumber the untracked road ; Bends the pine with its heavy load ; Each small star, though it shines so bright, Looks half pinched with the cold to-night, Longing after its summer skies Where it swam, soft as angel's eyes. — Francis Rye, fHROUGH the pines of the north the dark Wind-singer strode, As he hummed the first notes of a gale ; While a ghostly white cloud of cold dust swept the road, Rushing downwards to smother the vale. — y antes McCarroll, December lt» December 12» 38s December 13. 11 Hou who smilest in thy freshness, y Bright as bud in morning dew, Keep this thought in thy heart's bower : •• Ever turn, like sunward flower, To the Good, the Fair, the Truer —W, D. LighthalL In thought there must be false and true, — ^ There must be wrong and tight in deed ; Yet truth should value what we do, As highly as a lifeless creed. The thoughts despised, as new or strange, May yet in regal, triumph reign, The form and garb of truth may change, And yet the inner life remain. — Rev. E. H. Dewart. December 14. /Tache, cache, ma gentille, ^ Sous ta legere mantille, Ta prunelle qui p^tille, Son ^oau grand ceil tout reveur, Sous ta levre demi-close Cache ton baiser de rose, Afin que personne n'ose £n deviner la sauveur. — L. H. Frhhette. 386 ©ecembet 13» ©ecembet 14* 387 mm December 15. Jlow the bellows —faster, faster, ™ In the busy forge of life ; Heap the coals on — higher, higher, Sevenfold heat for sevenfold strife ! In this forge must ore be melted, Out of which, with curious plan, And incessant toil, to fashion And build up the perfect man. Heiti must thought be shaped to action, Passion moulded into will ; And upon time's batter'd anvil, : Every blow be dealt with skill. December 16* Oft the metal must be heated In temptation's burning glow ; Oft be cooled in baths of sorrow Filled from founts of deepest woe, Ere, with temper firm, yet pliant. Heart to feel and head to plan, Stamped with God's approving impress. We can say, •' Behold a man I" Blow the bellows — faster, faster, In the busy forge of life ; Heap che coals on — higher, higher, Sevenfold heat for sevenfold strife ! — yennie E. Haight. 388 December \5. December 16, — 389 5)ecember \7. l| Fu' purse and an empty heart ^ Owre often gang thegither. What signi^es our fields* increase, If our affections wither ? What tho' my coat may be threadbare, And maybe a bit hole in 't ? — If my heart's hale and conscience clear, My life may hae some soul in 't. — Alex. McLachlan. 2)ecembet 18. fo improve the world we live in, Folded arms will never do ; He who hopeth all from Heaven Wrongs himself and Heaven too. He who prayeth less than toileth For the good time long delayed, Never faileth Heaven to smile on All who thus its advent aid. -Evan MacColl, 390 Beccmbet 17. H)ecembet 18. 39X 2>ecember IC. fTo all, God gives the Book of Life, " A pure white page turned o'er ; let us wage a ceaseless strife, And fight as ne'er before For the glorious prize, the victor's crowi., Glad when the goal is won, At the Master's feet to cast it down. And hear His sweet, "Well done." —Mary J. MacColl. «^reation's puzzle! false and true, Y The light and dark, the old and new, The slave, and yet the sovereign too. Angel and demon, Nero, Paul, And creeping things upon the wall, — 1 am the brother of them all. — Alex. McLachlan. December 20. 1 WOULD not pray for lengthened days, * For those whom most I cherish, For earth has not in all its ways A hope that will not perish. The eye that reads from youth to age The Book of Life, will find the page A dull evented story ; The chime that rings our marriage bell Will also toll our passing knell, When perishes our glory. — Carroll Ryan, 393 December 19* December 20. 39) n S>ecember2U ^OMME le dit un vieux adage — * Rien n'est si beau que son pays, £t do la chanter, c'est I'usage, Le mien, je chante a mes amis. L'^tranger voit avec un ceil d'envie, Du Saint-Laurent, le majestueux cours ; A son aspect, le Canadien s'^crie, O, Canada ! mon pays ! mes amours, Mon pays, mon pays, mes amours ! December 22r V Le Canadien, comma ses peres, Aime a chanter, a s'^gayer ; Doux, ais6, vif en ses manieres, Poli, galant, hospitaller. A son pays il ne fut jamais traitre, A I'esclavage, il r^sista toujours ; £t sa maxime est la paix, le bien-etre Du Canada, son pays, ses amours. Son pays, son pays, ses amours ! — Hon, M. G. E. C artier. 394 ©ecember 2h \ I S)ecembct 22. 395 December 23* «HE birthday of the Christ-child dawneth slow Out of the opal east in rosy flame, As if a luminous picture in its frame — A great cathedral window, toward the sun, Lifted a form divine, which still below Stretched hands of benediction — even so Look on us from the heavens, divinest One ! And let us hear through the slow movmg years. Long centuries of wrongs, and crimes, and tears. The echo of the angels' song again, Peace and good will, good will and peace to men. — Kate Seymour Maclean. December 24* JA veille de Noel, entre sept et huit heures, Du soir les o ivriers sortent de leurs demeures, Le collet relive jusqu'au menton — et puis Vont chez le p&tissier acheter des biscuits Pour leurs petits enfants, des cornets de dragees, Les vitrines alors sont si bien arrangee Q u 'on entre malgre soi. C'est cher. L'oncompte bas, L'on achete, et Ton prend le paquet sous son bras, En efia9ant le prix — pour mieux tromper sa femme. L'on r6tourne au logis ; les tisons sont en flamme. L'on se couche en fumant ; Ton s'endort aussitot. £t puis Ic lendemain on s'^veille en sursaut ; C'est beb6 qui vous pousse avec sa jambe nue, En vous criant — Papa, tiens, la f^ est venue ! — Eudore Evanfurel. 39b December 23. 1 December 24. 397 "WHWWW^IWS" w^m mmmm ■pun ' December 25* [Christmas Day.] » Jis Christmas Day !— J To one another I hear men say — Alas ! my Brother, Its winds blow bitter, Our Christmas suns No longer glitter As former ones ! — If this be so, Then let us borrow From long ago Surcease of sorrow ; — Let dead Yules lend Their bright reflections, Let fond friends blend Their recollections- Let Love revive Joy's ashen embers, For Love is Life Since Love remembers. —Earl of Duferin. ** flHE moon that now is shining, in skies so blue and bright, ^ Shone ages since on shepherds who watched their flcicks by night. There was no sound upon the earth, the azure air was still ; The sheep in quiet clusters lay upon the grassy hill. —Emily Martin, 398 December 23* 399 wmm December 20. •i JHhbncb art thou, my maiden, ™ Whence art thou ? " "I come from the stable, ' Where this very night, I, a shepherd maiden. Saw a wondrous sight." "What saw'st thou, my maiden. What saw'st thou ? " ••There, within the manger, A little babe 1 saw, Lying softly sleeping On the golden straw." — William McLennan. — — December 27» jBow great unto the living seem the dead ! How sacred, solemn ; how heroic grown ; How vast and vague, as they obscurely tread The shadowy confines of the dim unknown ! For they have met the monster that we dread. Have learned the secret not to mortal shown. E'en as gigantic shadows on the wall The spirit of the daunted child amaze. So on us thoughts of the departed fall, And with phantasma fill our gloomy gaze. — Chas. Heavysege, 400 I>ecember 20. December 27. 401 MH mmmmmmm ' December 28. |E only know that we are here, That life is brief and death is sure ; That it is noble to endure, And keep the eye of conscience clear. "Will love and knowledge ever cure The evils of this troubled sphere ? — George Martin. December 29. Xncore un an que passe et fuit, -T Pendant qu' a I'horizon le nouvel an s'avance, Rejetant d'un coup d'aile a rimmuable nuit Un lambeau de notre existence. Pauvres mortels, faut-il pleurer L'an qui vient de finir ou celui qui va naitre? D 'ombre ou bien de soleil Dieu va-t-il Ten tourer ? De cela lui seul est le maltre. Mais pourquoi tant s'inquieter ? Ces jours de I'avenir, en verrons-nous I'aurore ? Pelerins ici-bas, nous voulons arrfeter, £t le Seigneur dit ; marche encore ! — Napoleon L^endre. December 28. December 20* $fy 403 ■PW H^ecembet 30* ViKE a wail on the desolate sea shore that cold wild gust of -T December Makes moan round the gable at midnight, the last of the year, And like the grin of a ghost, the light of the smouldering ember, Flits in my empty face and mocks me with visions of cheer. O where are the dreams that we dreamed, and where the deli- rious follies We loved when the insects fluttered in the warmth and fra- grance of May ? And where are the vows that we made — those clusters of fiery hollies. Brightest and fairest to see on the very eve of decay ? Such is the life of man — a shifting of scenes -with the ranges From one extreme to the next ; the rise and ebb of the soul ; And what is our bliss 'mid it all ? Why always to change with the changes, Though our single purpose is fixed on the one immutable goal. Then to>night I will chase my sorrow with that last wild gust of December, The gloom where I sit is gone, and the gleams of the morning appear; The past shall be buried anew in the dust of the smouldering ember. For the future rises before me in the flush of the dawning year. — yohn Le^perance. 404 December 30. 405 December 31. |h motley life! Oh chequered scene ! A riddle-world of dreams and doubts, We dare not trust our latest thoughts, We nothing know but what has been ! Moaneth the skies, like stricken souls, '' My practised sense can hear the ghouls Of centuries rushing from the polei — Old year, what mean these spectral shoals 1 Oh ! cold and heartless is the wind. And colder are the heartless stars, White Death within their icy cars. And Darkness clambering up behind. The cold moon smiles more coldly still, Colder each frozen mount and hill. Bleak rolls the storm, the snow-flakes chill — Old year, why standest thou so still ? Gather thy robes about thy limbs, Remember thy ancestral fame, Pass bravely on to whence you came. While shouts the storm its passion-hymns. So ! thou hast vanished like a king, Thou hast found Death a living thing To which brave souls most bravely cling — See ! where he sits— a Spirit-King. — Chas. Sangsier. 4d6 • '^^r December 3U 407 ^/ VERY, very far from our dull earth, The land where poets spring to glorious birth. Thrice blessed land, where brood thrice happy skies, Where he increaseth joy who groweth wise ; Where truth is not too beautiful to see, " Action is music, life a harmony. There dwells the poet, till some luckless day Prisons his spirit in our coarser clay, And in our dull and dusty commonplace. He loses mem'ry of his name and race. Till some bird twitters from a wayside thorn. The language of the land where he was born. Or west winds whisp'ring to the tall pine trees, Waken his soul to wonder, or he sees In some first fairness when the day is new, In some dear dimness i* the time o' the dew, A loveliness that steals about his heart, And lays soft fingers on dumb chords that start. Then he uprises joyously and binds His poets' robes upon him, yea, he finds This drear existence a most glorious thing And sings because he cannot choose but sing. — Sara jf-eannette Duncan. 408 L m % ^N finissant, Cette ann^e mon respect est ferme £n finissant Aussi bien qu' en recommengant, A vous mon principe et mon terme . Par vous je I'ourve, et je la ferme En finissant. £n finissant Jusqu' a la mort je vous proteste, £n finissant Mon respect toujours plus ardent, C'est le doux espoir qui me reste, Et c'est le ciel, que j'en atteste En finissant. ■«— 1778, Couplets dujour de V an^Quebec paper. 409 3nt>ci to autbora. Adam, G. Mercer — Well-known his- torical writer; editor "Canadian Monthly," "Canada Educational Monthly" ; author of many prose works, historical and educational, Allen, Grant — Eminent scientific writer and professor ; author of " Phjrsiological iEsthetics," and other imi>ortant works, 88. Ascher, Isidore-— Published "Voices from the Hearth," in 1863, 128, 314. " Barry Dane "—Mr. John E. Logan, of Montreal — Much charming fugi- tive verse, 38. Barthe, J. G.— r8o. Belanger. J. A. — Published " Mes ^ Vers,' 158, 214. Bibaud, Michel — One of the first French-Canadian writers; historian and poet ; a quaint and interesting volume of verse, in 1830, entitled, 'Epitres et Satyres," 158, 232. Bliss, W. B— 66. Bowes, J. H. — Occasional verse, 328. Breakenridge, John — 6arrister-at- Law, Osgoode Hall; "The Cru- sades and Other Poems," 82. Cadieux — Celebrated Voyofi^tur^ inter- preter, and poet ; the hero of one of the most beautiful legends of the Ottawa Valley ; the lines here quoted form part of a poem ,«^rit- ten, according^ to local tradition, on a piece of birch bark just before his death, 146. Campbell, W. W.— Contributor to the "^Varsity," 268, 334. Carman, Bliss — 2^. Caron, M. I'Abbe N.— Occasional verse, 388. Cartier, Hon. Sir G. E. — These lines, the product of a distinguisheo statesman, are set to a suitable tune^ and form one of the manv stirring Canadian songs which abound in the Lower Province, 394. Casgrain, M. I'Abbd — Volume of cnarmins; veree, 178. Chanson Histori<^ue, 210. Chansons Populaires, 188, 278, 298.343. Chapman, William — " Les Qutbec- quoises"; facile and brilliant wri- ter, 26, 1x6, 162, t88, 290, 346, 362. Chapman, Professor — 144, 218. Chauveau, Pierre J. O. — Eminent statesman and writer on educa- tional and general subjects : con- tributed verse to " Le Canadien," 106, 134, 198, 200. Clarke, Mrs. W. N- — Published a volume of verse, 202. Cockin. H. K.— Contibutor to the " Week " 96. Crawford, Isabella Valancey— Author of " Old Spookses' Pass and Other Poems," published by Bain ft Co., Toronto, 1884 ; died, Feb. 12, 1887. Miss Crawford's verse is almost the finest yet produced in Canada^ being instinct with a breadth and vigour and melody unsurpassed by few living writers, 74, 116, i:a2, X56, 158, 226, 248, 256, 280, 29.5, 303, 308, 346, 352, 356, 362. Cr6mazie, Octave — By common con- sent the greatest poet French Canada has produced as regards spontaneity and freshness of genius ; for many years a book- seller in Quebec, he died abroad in exile and obscurity. A recent edition of his poems has been issued, 50, 86, xi8, 134, Z36, 133, 168, 196, 283, 393, 356, 358. 45(1 Davin^ Nicholas Flood— Editor Regina "Leader"; author of "£os," and other poetical works, x6, 286. Dawson, Rev. iEneas McD. — Well- known writer, 148. Devlin, R. J.— Author of " Korn- Kobb " Letters, 102. Dewart, Rev. Dr. — Eminent Metho- dist divine ; editor " Christian Guardian," ^74, 386. Dixon, Fredenck A. — " Maire of St. Brieux," and^ "Masque of Wel- come " , fugitive verse of merit, 40, 128, 220, 242, 360. Donnelly, ^ames — Well-known French writer, 244. DufTerin, The Earl of — Governor- General of Canada from 1873 to 1878, 398. Duncan, Sara Jeannette — " Garth Grafton" — Graceful and versatile writer on social and literary topics ; contributor of " Saunterings," re- views, etc., to the " Week," 408. Duvar, Col. Hunter — Fugitive verse of merit, Canadian ballads, etc., 28, 322. E. C. P.— Miss Peachall— 326. Edgar, J. D. — Published "White Stone Canoe," 186. "Esperance" — Miss Ardagh — Fugi- tive verse of merit, 48. Evanturel, Eudore — Brilliant and polished writer, 142, 224, 348, 396. Falcon, Pierre — A famous raconteur and local poet, 194. " Fidelis "—Miss Machar— Published several prose works; much occasional verse of merit, 130, 208, 276, 304. Fis«t, L. J. C. — 34, 164. Fraser, J. A. — iio. Frechette, Louis Honore — The most widely known of French-Canadian poets; published "Mes Loisir?," in Quebec, 1863 ; also. "P61e-M41e," etc., etc. M. Fr6chette is a Lau- reate cS the French Academy, and has produced the most elegant and polished verse yet given to the world by a Lower Canadian writer, 7, i8, 56, 66. 76, 118, 148, 254, 276, 308, 312, 316^ ^76, 386. Frechette, Achille — Brother of Mons. L. H. Frechette; distinguished in art and letters, contributor to periodicals, etc., 134. Fuller, W. H. — Dramatic author; "H. M. S. Parliament," "Off to Egypt," etc. , etc. ; fugitive verse of a comic order, parodies, etc., all exhibiting exceptional orilliancy and powers of satire, 160, 182, 260. Garneau, Fran9ois-Xavier — Distin- guished historian and poet, 204. GarneaUj Alfred — Son of the above ; occasional verse, 318. Gamier, 1. H. — Published "Don Pedro, a dramatic poem, 26, 264. Gin^^as, M. I'Abbd Apollirtaire— Pub- lished a brilliant and tender volume of verse : " Au Coin du Foyer," 262, 350, 364 " Gowan Lea " — Miss Mary Morgan, of Montreal— Fugitive verse of un- questionable merit, 292, 318. Griffin, Martin J.— Present Librarian of Parliament, Ottawa ; fugitive verse of much beauty, 56,64, 150, 234. Gundry, A. W. — Fugitive verse ; trans- lated " Manon Lescaut," 1887, 86. Haight, Jennie E. — Well-known teach- er and author of many poems of power and devcdonal feeling, 388. "Harriet Annie" -Miss Willcins — Published the '/ Iloi! 7 Branch," in 1851 ; at or *, ;Ir«e v. «-.ost popular w I iter; the Adbiaide Proctor of Canada, 290. Heavysege, Charles — Published in 1857, ^* Saul," " Jephthah's Daugh- ter, in 1865, and many shorter pc«mF> ; powerful dramatic writer, with a career akin to that of Octave Cr6mazie. His works were not ap- preciated till after his death ; they reveal exceptional gifts nf thought and style, and are cast in the Shakes- pearian mould, 64, 68, 100, 112, 196, 234, 270, 400. 4x2 Historical, 368, 409. Horton, Alice — 212, 284. Howe, Hon. Joseph — Distinguished Nova Scotian statesman and poet ; published a large and interesting volume of verse, 12, 258. Imrie. John — Published one or two volumes of verse, 194, 384. Iroquois Book of Rites, 368. Johnson, E. Pauline — Daughter of G. H. M. Johnson, a Chief of Mohawk Indians. Her mother, an English lady ; cousin to W. D. Howells. Contributor to the *' Week," 230. Kidd, Adam — One of the pioneers of Canadian literature ; " The Huron Chief and Other Poems," in 1830, 180. King, John — Occasional verse in "'Varsity" and elsewhere, 204. Kirby, William — Chiefly known as the author of " Chien d'Or," but a fine poet as well ; published prob- ably the most ambitious national poem yet printed in Canada, in 1857, " J. E. Loyalists," contain- ing many fine descriptive passages, 240, 242, 340, 348. Lajoie, Gerin M.— Author of " Un Canadien Errant," written for the exiled patriots of 1837, and sung to a beautiful, though simple, melody ; in French Canada every one knows " Un Canadien Errant," 190. Lampman, Archibald — Graduate of Trinity College, Toronto ; fugitive verse of high merit, mostly Swin- burnian in style, 332, 336, 354. L6gendre, Napol6on — A most grace- ful poet ; published a volume of verse, 32, 228, 351. 378, 402. LeNoir, Joseph — Fugitive verse of high merit ; the lines here quoted refer to the Parish Church of Notre Dame in Montreal, 82. LeMay. L6on Pamphile— A poet nearly approaching M. Fr6chette in ele* gance of styleand charm of thought ; ''Essais Po6tiques" in Quebec, 186s ; translator of " Evangeline," " Chien d'Or," etc., etc., 8, 60, 112, 142, 250. LeMoine, J. M. — The popular author of " Mapfe Leaves" ; M. LeMoine is distinguished alike ii. French and English literature, 36. Leprohon, Mrs. — Popular poetess and novelist; many prose works, 22, 216. Lesperance, John— Well-known poet, novelist, and critic ; mostly known as author of " Les Bastonnaif," 44, 150, 270, 404. Lighthall, W. D. — Fugitive verse of high merit, 32, no, 386. Liston, J. K. — Published "Niagara Falls," in 1852, a poem in three cantos, 376.^ Lome, The Right Honourable the Marquis of— Governor-General of Canada from 1878 to 1883, 24, 204, 288, 324. Maclean, Mrs. Kate Seymour — •* The Coming of the Princess, '| a volume of great beauty and individuality, 44. 52t 54i 94i 136, 206, 2i6, 308, 342, 396. Mair, Charles — 'Dreamland and Other Poenus," in 1868; "Tecum- seh," and fugitive verse later, all containing many charming pas- sages. 12. 114. 1(5(5, 172, 320. Manners, K. Rutland — Published " Poems," 322. Marcean, Ernest — 138. Marchand, Felix G. — Dramatic author; many brilliant and inter- esting comedies, appearing mostly in Frenirh-Canadian periodicals, 100, 154. Marsile, M, J. — Occasional verse, 192. Martin, Emily — An Indian poetess, who exhibited, in 1883, a manu- script volume of excellent English verse, residing at Caughnawaga, 398. 413 ^i^m wmm mmm Martin, George — Published '* Mar- guerite and Other Poems," 1886 ; a volume of superior verse, of which ** Marguerite" demands the closest study, embodying, as it does, an old French legend, 302, 402. MacColl, Mary J.— "Bide a Wee," and other poems, 392. MacColl^ Evan — Popular poet of Scottish predilections ; verse chiefly lyric and very graceful, 36, 46, 146, 152. 378, 390- McCarroll, James — Contributor ta the first Ontario magazines; verse occasionally surprising in its power and melody, 366, 384. McGee, Thomas D'Arcy— Published a lu.j,''. volume of verse in 1858 ; many noble and beautiful poems, 70, 140, 238, 244. Mclver, Miss Mary — 80. McLachlan, Alexander — Another popular Scottish poet ; has pub- lished several volumes containing some of the finest abstract thought that Canadian literature possesses, t8, 92, 114, 302, 390, 392. McLennan, W. — Translator of some of the "Chansons Populaires" of Lower Canada, 400. Mermet. J. D.-— 138. Milwaukee, Founder of —368. M. J. K. L. — 14. Mondelet, Dominique — 194. Moodie, Susanna — The celebrated authoress of *' Roughing it in the Bush," etc. ; " Enthusiasm and Other Poems," London, 1830, 54, 2IOr Mountain, Bishop — " Songs of the Wilderness," in 1846. Even in the midst of intense and unflagging ministerial labours Bishop Moun- tain found time to-write some fine verse, most of which took quite a Canadian tinge, 222. Mulvaney, Chas. Pelham — A brilliant and powerful poet, 28, 344, 346, 374- Murray, J. Clark — Professor of Men- tal Philosophy at McGill College ; author of a work on the " Ballads of Scotland," 102. Murray, Geo. — Nlaster of the High School, Montreal ; occasional verse and translations of great merit, 126, 322. Old Song — 30. Plamondon, Marc Aurele, 376. Plumb, J. B.— 78 Poisson, M. J. A. — 80. Prendergast, J A. P. — 344. Prince, Henry — 176. Prud'homme, Eustache — 218, 266, 370, 382. Quesnel, Joseph — 114. Ramsay, J.R.— '* TheCanadian Lyre/' Hamilton, 1859, 98. Reade, John — One of the most de- servedly popular of Canadian wri- ters ; author of ** The Prophecy of Merlin," etc., 1870, a volume of beautiful poems, replete with senti- ment and scholarship, 22, 62, 72, 220, 274, 336. Riel, Louis— 374. Ritchie, J. Almon— 144. Roberts, Chas. G. D.— Professor in Fredericton University ; author of "Orion and Other Poem*;," con- tributor to many well-known peiiodicals ; a poet of undoubted skill and individuality, 4a, 50, 58, 76, 98, 144, 156, 168, 178, 182, 184, 202, 232, 248, 262, 266, 268, 298, 306. Routhier, A. B. — Judge Routhier, one of the most popular of French- Canadian poets, 70, 170, 314, 384- Ryan, Carroll— " Songs of a Wan- ' derer," in 1867 ; " Oscar and Other Poems," etc., containing some strong and original writing, 264, 392* Rye. Francis — Contributor to the ••^Canadian Monthly," etc.; occa- sional verse of much charm, 94, 380, 384- ■•nptwa^awr' Saint-Aubin, E. Blain — 16. Sangster, Charles — Several volumes of verse, "The St. Lawrence and theSaguenay," *' HesperideSj" etc. ; all of which contain fine distinctive Canadian verse, besides occasional thoughts and lines worthy of more eminent writers. His verse is, or should be, to English-Canadians what that of Cremazie is to the French, lo, 30, 38, 48, 52, 60, 106, 108, 132, 154, 160, 174, 256, 286, 288, 300, 310, 320, 330, 334, 338, 350,406. Sempe, Edouard — 188. ' ' Seranus "—Author of ' ' Crowded Out and Other Sketches " ; contributor to the "Week," 10, 20, 24, 120, 162, 166, 252, 332. Smith, Mary Barry — Fugitive verse, 236. Smith, Professor Goldwin— 84. Stevenson, A— 148. Suite, Benjamin — " Les Laurentien- nes," beautiful poems which have won for M. Suite a large circle of readers, 14, 90, 92, 136, 212. Tach6, Sieur Jean— "Le Tableau de la Mer," m X732 ; probably the first French-Canadian poet to publish, 180. Taylor, Archibald Mc Alpine —" Boy- hood's Hours," 272. Watson, Samuel — " Legend of the Roses," y Ravlan," etc. Mr. Wat- son's untimely death should render his powerful and hi^^hly imaginative verse particularly important to us, 62, 280. Wetherald, A. Ethelwyn— Occasional verse in '"Varsity," and elsewhere ; joint author with G. Mercer Adam of " An Algonquin Maiden"; con- tributor to the "Week," 104, 176, 280. Wicksteed, Gustavus W. — Law Clerk of the House of Commons, Ottawa ; "Waifs in Verse," a brilliant, amusing, and instructive little volume ; Mr. Wicksteed's great age (over 80) does not prevent him from still indulging in the wiitine of excellent verse and occasionsu translations of great merit, 118, 164, 372. llS( Daniel — Professor fn University ; " Spring a volume of verse; prose works, 20, 90, Wilson, Dr. Toronto Flowers," important 382. Withrow, Rev. W. H.— Eminent Methodist divine, and Editor " Canadian Methodist Magazine," 210, 334. Yule, Mrs. — Popular poetess ; "Poems of the Heart and Home," 246. 415