way of a life too busy for much versification. They somewhat recall Mr. Emerson's manner; but have not the point and felicity which have made him scarcely less eminent in verse than in prose. They will, however, well repay a perusal. In order that this volume may not be wholly lacking in their grace, we subjoin two short poems, which we have chosen from among a number of pecrhaps equal interest. One of these apostrophizes an artist whose rendering of her Greeks made him dear to her:
FLAXMAN.
We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
When spake in Greek simplicity of thought,
And in the forms of Gods and heroes wrought
Eternal beauty from the sculptured stone,—
A higher charm than modern culture won
With all the wealth of metaphysic lore,
Gifted to analyse, dissect, explore.
A many-coloured light flows from one sun;
Art, neath its beams, a motley thread has spun;
The prism modifies the perfect day;
But thou hast known such mediums to shun,
And cast once more on llife a pure, white ray.
Absorbed in the creations of thy mind,
Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find.
The other poem interprets for us the significance of one of the few jewels which queenly Margaret
deigned to wear,—a signet ring, bearing the image of Mercury:—
MY SEAL-RING
Mercury cast and
The signs of intellectual pride.
Freely offers thee the soul:
Art thou noble to receive?
Caust thou give or take the whole,
Nobly promise, and believe?
Then thou wholly human art,
