G GEORGE W. WEBSTER. EORGE W. WEBSTER was born in Geneva, Ohio, May 5, 1860. He has always lived in his native town, with the exception of four years which he spent in Kenyon College, Gambier, Ohio, from which institution he took the degree of A. B. with the class of 1885. For at least six months of his life he was obliged to forego all exercise, both of mind and body, on account of rheumatism. His taste for books and study of all kinds developed very late. He never read a book that he enjoyed till he was fourteen years old. That book was Longfellow's Poems, given him by a teacher for receiving the most head-marks in his spelling class. For the love of the teacher he read the book; for the love of that book he has read a good deal. His first attempt at writing verse was made in his nineteenth year and was very crude, both in thought and melody. In school his preference was for plane geometry; next to it came psychology and ethics. His life has always been very quiet. He has never seen much of the world. Some of his poems have appeared in various Boston publications. The greater part of them have not been in print. C. W. M. MY SEASON. WHEN chestnut burrs grow brusque and brown, And laughing shower their treasures down; When vagrant boys, with loaded sticks, Go bent upon their thievish tricks; When the brown monk with cloak, dark-streaked, By shucks, and husks, bears evidence Of revels held at my expense; When leaves are brown, gold, green and red, WINTER'S TEMPLE. I WALKED one day among great drifts of snow, Like houses, built for the storm-children's sport; But, as I looked again, it seemed not so. Volute, modillion, cornice and festoon, With stealthy foot I sought the youthful sprite; 66 "I know the questions you would ask," said he; Last eve I felt Spring's warm breath in the air, LINES. WRITTEN ON HEARING A DAY-BIRD SING ABOUT MIDNIGHT. WHAT thoughts disturb thy downy rest? Dost dream that thou must out of nest, Why lookest toward the waking hours? I prithee little bird! Art thou not with more songful powers, In shadowy past land stirred? Or dost thou watch, with sleepless eye, From midnight's vantage ground, Atop thy citadel so high, The freighted hours go round? If so, pray scan their ships for me, Aye, look my bird, if thou 'rt awake, TWO SONNETS. I. PIANISSIMO. A LIGHT and gentle hand doth touch the keys, Prayed God to send again the "golden day." Aye! peace shall come, pure soul, when hope and joy Shall mingle in the world, as in thy voice; When noon shall cease the day-spring to decoy; When hopeful hearts in present things rejoice. Touch lighter, lighter still, the subtile chord, Else shall thy heart be like the restless world, And discord rise to meet an angered Lord, And peace forever from the earth be hurled. Now, o'er my heart the peaceful spell doth grow, Methinks the dawn is near; play low, play low. WIL WILLIAM BURT HARLOW. VILLIAM BURT HARLOW was born in Portland, Maine, April 4, 1856. His father, William Harlow, was also born in Portland, but his grandfather came from Plymouth, Mass., where Sergeant William Harlow, the first of the family in this country, settled in 1637. The Harlows came originally from the village of Harlow, in Essex county, England. The mother of the subject of this sketch was Julia L. Burt, of Longmeadow, Mass. She was a direct descendant of LieutenantColonel Nathaniel Burt, who fell in the battle of Lake George, September 8, 1777. In 1861 William Harlow moved his family from Portland to Syracuse, N. Y. William B. Harlow, after completing the public school course at Syracuse, entered Harvard College, from which he graduated in 1879. In 1880 he was appointed Professor of English Literature, Composition and Rhetoric in the Syracuse High School. In 1884 he published a work entitled "Early English Literature, from the Day of Beowulf to Edmund Spenser," and in 1890 a book of poems "Songs of Syracuse," relating mostly to scenes and incidents in and around this beautiful city of Central New York. During the summer of 1884 he made a tour of Great Britain, France, Switzerland, Germany and Belgium. In 1886 he crossed the continent and spent some time in Colorado, Utah, California and Oregon. In 1871 he journeyed through Canada and visited Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. In 1888 he again crossed the Atlantic, and this time devoted his attention to the British Isles. The lake regions of Scotland and northern England, the mountains of Wales and the cities of Ireland were of special interest to him. In 1885 the degrees of A. M. and Ph. D. were conferred upon him, for literary work, by the Syracuse University. articles and poems have from time to time been published in Science, Education, the New York Tribune, the Christian Register, the Academy, New England Journal of Education, and in several of the Syracuse daily papers. He is still residing in Syracuse. KENILWORTH. IN hoary Kenilworth we wander yet, D. F. M. His Where good Queen Bess and courtly Leicester met; Of footsteps; far below the roofless hall, LODORE. A SABBATH day, by musical Lodore- The Derwentwater, which the mountains make, TO A BUTTERFLY HATCHED IN FEBRUARY. THOU airy spirit that hath burst The honey dew of earthly flowers, Fond one, thou seek'st in vain; Alas! no magic art is ours, To give what thou would'st gain. Soul's emblem, thou wast born to pain, Fair Psyche with bright wings; Thou o'er some gentle heart would'st reign, While yet the storm wind sings. Ere blustering blasts have o'er thee blown, Feathery yarrow leaves and clover, In this sweet confusion spring, Two white spirits on the wing. Solitary insects skating, Where the pools are smooth and clear; Golden ripples on the water, TO A WATER-LILY. SWEET, perfect flower, that from the stagnant pool, To greet the world and gladden mortal eyes, And wakened it to beauteous being pure. |