SOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 5, Issue 1348, 27 January 1912, Page 9

SOOKS AND AUTHORS.

• » verses old and new. "PHILIP FKENEAU." . Now that tho vesper planet's violet glowIs smoothed in a welter of gray cloud, And all tho winds that sweap the sky are loud, - I mind mo how, one white night long ago, Our earliest poet, valiant-souled Freneau, liy tho stern stress of years assailed and bowed, Fell by tho way, and found a fatal shroud In tho benumbing silence nf the snow! s , When tho young nation shook with war's ' grim throes. The smiting of his song was as a sword, Tho light of it was as a beacon tlamo; And though the drift of Time's unpitying snows Upon tho mound that hides his dust he poured, It may dim the glory of his name! —Clinton Seolla.nl, in the "Literary Miscellany" (New York), . "THEKE IS A QUIET EOAD." There is a quiot road Worn smooth by pilgrims feet, And over it fall tender trees Make shadows where they meet. We leave tho world behind When on that road wo fare; Scent of the rose in summer lanes' And goodly friends are there. And over hills of dusk And through a. lonoly way Tho lioad of Sleep leads all of us Who weary ,of . the day. . —Charles Hnuson Towne, in "Lippinwtt's." IN SERVICE. Little Nellie Cassidy has got a place in town, Sho wears a fino white apron, , She wears a now black gown, An' tho quare.st little cap at all, with straymers hanging down. • I met her one fine evening stravagin' down ,tho street^ A feathered hat upon her head, And boots upon her feet j "Ooh, Mick, says she, "may God be praised that you and I should meet, "It's lonesome in the city with such a crowd," says she; "I'm lost without the bog land,( , I'm lost without the sea, An' the haTbour an' the fishing boats that sail out fine and free. "I'd give a golden guinea to stand upon tho shore To seo the big waves lopping, To hear them splash and roar, To smell the tar and the drying nets, I'd not be asking more; "To seo tho small white houses their faces to the sea, Tho cliilder in the doorway, Or round my mother's knee; For I'm strango and lonesome missing them, God keep them all," says she. Little Nellie Cassidy, earns fourteen pounds' and more, . Waiting on the finality, And answering tile door,— But her heart is some place far away upon the Wexford shore; —W. M. Letts, in the "Westminster."