For SIX DOLLARS remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will be punctually for warded for a year, free of postage. Remittances should be made by bank draft or check, or by post-office money-order, if possible. If obliged to register letters when requested to do so. Drafts, checks, and money-orders should be made A CHILLY NIGHT. I rose at the dead of night, My friends had failed one by one, I looked and I saw the ghosts And they leaped without a sound. I called: "O my mother dear,”- And shelter it from the wind: "Tell the others not to come My mother raised her eyes, They were blank and could not see: Yet they held me with their stare, While they seemed to look at me. She opened her mouth and spoke, She knew that I could not hear Or soon should sleep in the mould: I saw her toss her shadowless hair And wring her hands in the cold. I strained to catch her words, From midnight to the cockcrow From midnight to the cockcrow And some under turf and stone: Living had failed and dead had failed, And I was indeed alone. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. A SONG OF SNOW-TIME. Now wends the track across the snow That once went through the daisies; Long lines of frost are lying low Where once were fairy mazes Where once the gorse was all aflame Is but a prelude to the light I gaze across a land of snow I catch the skylark's greeting I breathe the breath of flowers-I know The pulse of June is beating. ARTHUR L. SALMON. PAN. Hush! Pan is sleeping In forest deep on leafy bed: Hum lullaby, O drowsy bee: Oh, softly tread: great Pan is sleeping. A shiver through the leaves is creeping Oh, see the Hamadryads peeping Their trunks glow ruddy in the sun, With flute-like note; for Pan is waking. Versailles. INTROSPECTIVE. I wish it were over the terrible pain, By the shore of the shivering sea. On my boughs neither leaf nor fruit. |