tions into English of the writing of the best modern French poets. Early in 1879 appeared from the Paris press her Journal de Mlle. D'Arvers, a novel in French, which she had written after reading Clarisse Bader's work on the women of ancient India. This work, which was to have been illustrated by the sister whose death preceded her own, was given in manuscript to her father when Toru was upon her death-bed; and, though in French and published in France, it attracted wide attention in England, because, as has been said by a recent reviewer, it is English in sentiment. Her Sonnets were published in 1882. Among her manuscripts was found also an unfinished romance in English, entitled Bianca, or The Young Spanish Maiden. This was her first venture in English prose. With it she left also a number of original English poems. The following estimate of this young poetess of Sindhu is by Edmund Gosse: "It is difficult to exaggerate when we try to estimate what we have lost in the premature death of Toru Dutt. Literature has no honors which need have been beyond the grasp of a girl who, before the age of twentyone, and in languages separated from her own by so deep a chasm, had produced so much of lasting worth. And her courage and fortitude were worthy of her intelligence. Among last words. of celebrated people, that which her father has recorded, 'It is only the physical pain that makes me cry,' is not the least remarkable, or the least significant of strong character. It was to a native of our island, and to one ten years senior to Toru, to whom it was said, in words more appropriate, surely, to her than to Oldham : "Thy generous fruits, though gathered ere thy prime, Still showed a quickness, and maturing time But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of Rime.' "That mellow sweetness was all that Toru lacked to perfect her as an English poet, and of no other Oriental who has ever lived can the same be said. When the history of the literature of our country comes to be written, there is sure to be a page in it dedicated to this fragile exotic blossom of song." OUR CASUARINA TREE. Like a huge python, winding round and round No other tree could live. But gallantly Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee; With one sweet song that seems to have no close, When first my casement is wide open thrown A gray baboon sits statue-like alone Watching the sunrise; while on lower boughs His puny offspring leap about and play; And far and near kokilas hail the day; And to the pastures wend our sleepy cows; Therefore I fain would consecrate a lay Unto thy honor, Tree, beloved of these Who now in blessed sleep, for aye, repose; Dearer than life to me, alas! were they! Mayst thou be numbered when my days are done With deathless trees-like those in Borrowdale, Under whose awful branches linger pale Fear, trembling hope, and death, the skeleton, And Time the shadow; and though weak the verse That would thy beauty fain, oh! fain rehearse ; May love defend thee from Oblivion's curse. -From Sonnets. FRANCE-1870. Not dead-oh, no-she cannot die! Help, Samaritan! None is nigh; Who shall stanch me this sanguine flood! 'Range the brown hair-it blinds her eyne; Drowned in her blood, she makes no sign, Head of the human column, thus Ever in swoon wilt thou remain ? Thought, Freedom, Truth, quenched ominous, Plunged in the darkness all again? No! She stirs! There's a fire in her glance- Attila's own exultant horde! Lo, she stands up,-stands up e'en now, -From a selection in The Century Magazine. THE MESSAGE. (After Heine.) To horse, my squire! To horse, and quick Fly to the château on the plain, Glide 'mid the steeds, and ask a groom, And if he tell thee 'tis the brown, Come shortly back and let me know; But if the blonde, ride soft and slow,The moonlight's pleasant on the down. And as thou comest, faithful squire, Get me a rope from shop or store, And gently enter through this door And speak no word, but swift retire. -From a Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields. DUYCKINCK, EVERT AUGUSTUS, an American critic and essayist, born in New York City, November 23, 1816; died there August 13, 1878. He was the son of Evert Duyckinck, a publisher. He was educated at Columbia College, studied law, and was admitted to the bar in 1837. After travelling for a year in Europe, he returned to New York, and in 1840, in conjunction with Cornelius Mathews, he established a monthly periodical entitled Arcturus, a Journal of Books and Opinion, which was continued for two years. In 1847 he became the editor of The Literary World, which with an interval of about a year was carried on by him and his brother, George L. Duyckinck, until the close of 1853. They now began a Cyclopedia of American Literature, which was published in 1856. Ten years later a supplement was added by E. A. Duyckinck, who besides contributing to periodicals, also published The Wit and Wisdom of Sydney Smith, with a memoir (1856); Memorials of John Allen (1864); Poems Relating to the American Revolution, with memoirs (1865); History of the War for the Union (1861-65); National Portrait Gallery of Eminent Americans (1866); History of the World (1870); and Memorials of Francis L. Hawks (1871). GEORGE LONG DUYCKINCK, brother of Evert, born in New York City, October 17, 1823; died there, March 30, 1863. He was educated at |