BY CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI. Christina Rossetti was born at London in 1828. She came of that versatile family, in which the father and sons as well as the daughter were writers, artists, critics and poets. While still in her teens, Miss Rossetti published a little volume called "Maud, Prose and Verse," and crude and morbid as the work was it gave promise of better things. She wrote later, "Goblin Market" (which Dante Gabriel Rossetti illustrated), "A Pageant and Other Poems," and several religious studies. She died in 1894. Does the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE. BY MISS MULOCK. Mrs. Craik, better known as Dinah Maria Mulock, was born at Stoke-Upon-Trent, England, 1828, and died at Shortlands, Kent, October 12, 1887. She was the author of many popular novels. She published a volume of poems in 1859, and "Thirty Years' Poems" in 1881, besides many children's books, fairy tales, etc. She married George Lillie Craik, Jr., in 1865. Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Never a scornful word should grieve ye, O, to call back the days that are not! My eyes were blinded, your words were few; Do you know the truth now, up in heaven? Douglas, Douglas, tender and true? I never was worthy of you, Douglas, Now, all men beside seem to me like shadows- Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, This song is found in the "Princess." It was sung on the memorable occasion when the three disguised youths are discovered. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns To dying ears when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; Dear as remembered kisses after death, |