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Thou let'st the stranger's glove lie where it fell ;
If old things remain old things all is well,

For thou art grateful as becomes man best:
And hadst thou only heard me play one tune,
Or viewed me from a window, not so soon

With thee would such things fade as with the rest.


I seem to see! we meet and part: 'tis brief:
The book I opened keeps a folded leaf,

The very chair I sat on, breaks the rank ;
That is a portrait of me on the wall-
Three lines, my face comes at so slight a call;

And for all this, one little hour's to thank.


But now, because the hour through years was fixed,
Because our inmost beings met and mixed,

Because thou once hast loved me-wilt thou dare
Say to thy soul and Who may list beside,
"Therefore she is immortally my bride,

Chance cannot change that love, nor time impair.



“ So, what if in the dusk of life that's left,
I, a tired traveller, of my son bereft,

Look from my path when, mimicking the same,
The fire-fly glimpses past me, come and gone?

Where was it till the sunset? where anon
It will be at the sunrise! what's to blame ?"

Is it so helpfull to thee ? canst thou take
The mimic up, nor, for the true thing's sake,

Put gently by such efforts at a beam ?
Is the remainder of the way so long
Thou need'st the little solace, thou the strong ?

Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream!



"— Ab, but the fresher faces! Is it true,"
Thou'lt ask, “ some eyes are beautiful and new ?

Some hair,-how can one choose but grasp such wealth ?
And if a man would press his lips to lips
Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips

The dew-drop out of, must it be by stealth ?


XIII. “ It cannot change the love kept still for Her, Much more than, such a picture to prefer

Passing a day with, to a room's bare side. The painted form takes nothing she possessed, Yet while the Titian's Venus lies at rest

A man looks. Once more, what is there to chide ?"

So must I see, from where I sit and watch,
My own self sell myself, my hand attach

Its warrant to the very thefts from me-
Thy singleness of soul that made me proud,
Thy purity of heart I loved aloud,

Thy man's truth I was bold to bid God see !

Love so, then, if thou wilt! Give all thou canst
Away to the new faces - disentranced

(Say it and think it) obdurate no more,
Re-issue looks and words from the old mint-
Pass them afresh, no matter whose the priut

Image and superscription once they bore !

Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend,
It all comes to the same thing at the end,

Since mine thou wast, mine art, and mine shalt be,
Faithful or faithless, sealing up the sum
Or lavish of my treasure, thou must come

Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee !

Only, why should it be with stain at all ?
Why must I, 'twixt the leaves of coronal,

Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?
Why need the other women know so much
And talk together, "Such the look and such

The smile he used to love with, then as now !"

Might I die last and show thee! Should I find
Such hardship in the few years left behind,

If free to take and light my lamp, and go
Into thy tomb, and shut the door and sit
Seeing thy face on those four sides of it

The better that they are so blank, I know !


Why, time was what I wanted, to turn o'er
Within my mind each look, get more and more

By heart each word, too much to learn at first, And join thee all the fitter for the pause 'Neath the low door-way's lintel. That were cause

For lingering, though thou calledst, if I durst!


And yet thou art the nobler of us two.
What dare dream of, that thou canst not do,

Outstripping my ten small steps with one stride ?
I'll say then, here's a trial and a task-
Is it to bear ?—if easy, I'll not ask-

Though love fail, I can trust on in thy pride.


Pride?—when those eyes forestall the life behind The death I have to go through !—when I find,

Now that I want thy help most, all of thee ! What did I fear? Thy love shall hold me fast Until the little minute's sleep is past

And I wake saved. And yet, it will not be !


(From the Same.)


BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead,

Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed ;

She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass.

Little has yet been changed, I thinkThe shutters are shut, no light may pass

Save two long rays thro' the hinge's chink.

Sixteen years old when she died !

Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name-
It was not her time to love : beside,

Her life had many a hope and aim,
Duties enough and little cares,

And now was quiet, now astir-
Till God's hand beckoned unawares,
And the sweet white brow is all of her.

Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ?

What, your soul was pure and true,
The good stars met in your horoscope,

Made you of spirit, fire and dewAnd just because I was thrice as old,

And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ?

We were fellow mortals, nought beside ?

IV. No, indeed! for God above

Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love,

I claim you still, for my own love's sake! Delayed it may be for more lives yet,

Through worlds I shall traverse, not a fewMuch is to learn and much to forget

Ere the time be come for taking you.


But the time will come,-at last it will,

When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still,

That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine,

And your mouth of your own geranium's red And what you would do with me, in fine,

In the new life come in the old one's stead.

I have lived, I shall say, so much since then,

Given up myself so many times,
Gained me the gains of various men,

Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes ; Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope,

Either I missed, or itself missed meAnd I want and find you, Evelyn Hope !

What is the issue ? let us see!


I loved you, Evelyn, all the while;

My heart seemed full as it could hold-
There was place and to spare for the frank young smile

And the red young mouth and the hair's young gold.
So, hush,- I will give you this leaf to keep-

See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand. There, that is our secret! go to sleep;

You will wake, and remember, and understand.

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[N.B. The figures between ( ) refer to the History.]
ACCIDENTS— In coal mines, return of the Accidents-continued.

Government inspectors, 2; at the cen. French lines before Sebastopol, 175;
tral station at Leeds, 3 ; locomotive ex- an actress burnt to death on the stage,
plosion on the North Eastern Railway, at the Portsmouth theatre, 177 ; colli.
and at Gloucester, 12; on the ice in St. sion on the Great Western Railway,
James's Park, 13; through the intense 178; frightful colliery accidents, 178;
frost, 24; fall of a house at Islington, explosion at Woolwich arsenal, several
seven lives lost, 30; mysterious death of lives lost, 181; accident on the North
maj. Young, at Portsmouth, 38; fall of Kent Railway, 181; furnace explosion
a bridge at Bristol, 55; boat accident at Bilston, five persons burnt to death,
on Loch Gowna, four gentlemen drowned, 196 ; fatal gunpowder explosion at
60; sinking of a ferry boat on the Se- Sedgley, four persons killed, 197; acci.
vern, loss of seven lives, 76; fall of the dents on the Medway, three officers
Atlas Iron Works, Southwark, 85; fall drowned, 197.
of the South Lambeth Water Works, Acts, LIST OF, 18 & 19 Vict.-i. Public
four lives lost, 95; fatal cliff accidents; General Acts, 437; ij. Local and Per.
to miss Wetherby, at Broadstairs; miss sonal Acts, declared public and to be
Oxley, at Bridlington; miss Fitzpatrick, judicially noticed, 442; iij. Private
at Llandudno, 115; on the Aberdeen Acts, printed, 450 ; Private Acts, not
railway, 117; at the railway bridge, printed, 451.
Rochester, 126; fatal boiler explosions AFRICA-Horrible destruction of Caffres
at Sheffield, 127 ; singular accident at by the Dutch settlers, at the Cape, 53 ;
the Cremorne Gardens, during a mili- English war in Sennegambia, 120.
tary fête, 128; singular and fatal acci- Antiquities-Sale of Mr. Bernal's collec-
dent on Westminster Bridge, 129; on tion of antiquity and art, 41.
the New York and Philadelphia rail- AUSTRALIA— Riots or ipsurrection at the
way, 21 persons killed, 140; railway gold diggings, 48.
accident at Reading, four persons killed, AUSTRIA-Concordat of the Emperor
148; on the Manchester, Sheffield, and with the Pope, immense concessions to
Lincolnshire line, three persons killed, the Papal See (279] (for the part taken
149 ; dreadful railway accidents in by Austria in the War with Russia, see
France-on the Paris and Versailles PARLIAMENT, Negotiations at Vienna).
line, many persons killed; on the Lyons
railway, 16 persons killed, 150 ; fatal Births, 212.
boat accidents on the Medway, in Ply-
mouth harbour, and at Broadstairs, 151; Colliery Accidents and Explosions--Re-
fire-work factory exploded by lightning, port of accidents in coal mines, 2 ; at
151; numerous railway accidents and the Cwmannan colliery, Aberdare, eight
suicide, 152; boiler explosion at New- persons killed, 178; near Dukinfield,
castle, eight persons killed, 153; fright- four men killed, 179.
ful gas explosion in Birmingham work. Corn, Hay, Straw, CLOVER,
house, 165; dreadful railway accident BUTCHER'S MEAT, Prices of, 470.
in America, 22 persons killed, 170; ex-
traordinary deaths of a father and son DEATHS— Abbot, hon. P. H. 315; Abdy,
at Brighton, 171; boiler explosion in col. 316; Abercromby, sir R. 292;
Whitechapel, five lives lost, 174; dread- Adair, rt. hon. sir R. 310; Adams,
ful explosion of a magazine in the mrs. E. 249; Adams, mrs. F. L. 331;


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