The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-04-21
THE MAY MAGAZINES.
oTHK ATLANTIC"

Oh CnlS perloulcal nave stupiu pun vi hob
printing the names of their contributors in
the table Of contents, Instead they send to
the newspapers little slips containing the
names for publication in their notices,
thereby showing that there is no intention to
keep the matter private. Sometimes these
slips reach as and sometimes they do not,
and we are consequently only able semi
occasionally to announce the writers Of the
articles when we refer to the magazine.
There may be some profound policy in this
way of doing business, but to the average
understanding it certainly has a ridiculous
aspect The table of contents of the May
number of The Atlantic is as follows, and we
append the names of the writer's to several of
the poetical contributions on the strength of
statements made in some of the Boston
papers, but without guaranteeing their cor
rsctness: Joseph and His Friend, w; 'Lost
Art" "Signs and Showcases in New York;"
1.-THE Channel Islands," 'My Secretaryship;"
MAY Grown a-Cold," by William Morris;
''The English Governess at the Siamese
Court, II; "The Lauson Tragedy" H. "a
May-timo PASTORAL" by Bayard Taylor;
''Among the Isles of Shoals" "; ''The
Legend of Jubal, by George Eliot "a Week
at Duluth" "Aspromonte, byJ w. Parsons;
''Our Money Problem;" ''The Duel of the
Spanish Bourbons;" "Reviews and Literary
Notices."
From an interesting paper on ''The Chan
mel Islands" we take the following
Very beautiful, if very dangerous, are the
rocks about those islands; and nowhere in
England is there such au iron-bound coast,
such treacherous shoals, such rapid currents.
Nowhere, either, is there more enchanting love-
illness. On a calm day, when the sea- lying
like lake over the sand, is Of the color of
beryl, over the hidden rocks like lapis-lazuli,
while the lofty cliffs are golden with gorse
and purple with heather, and the rocks,
towering out of the sea above high-water
mark, are gold and green and crimson and
orange, where the lichens fsck the old gray
stone with broad dashes of color, nothing can
exceed the seductive sweetness of the shell
tered bays and coves They might be all parts
of the island Of Calypso, or the outworks Of
Armidas Garden. You may sit there, listen
ing to the tender ripple of the waves, and
weave eold-worldpoems, till you lose all memory
of historic timo and you seem to live in the
days when the gods dwelt on Mount Olym-
pus, and their sons and their daughters lived
among men in such favored spots as these
But in the wild weather, when the fierce
Atlantic storms come tearing through sea and
sky, and the waves dash up against the jagged
cliffs as if they would grind them peak by
peak to powder, and pour in turbulent cas-
oades over tho intervening rocks, making the
Garth vibrate as they thunder against her old
granite bulwarks, then you see fullness and
majesty of the sterner powers of nature that
may satisfy the most craving. Inland, both
in Jersey and Guernsey, and in Sark too, the
deep leafy Devonshire-like lanes, with their
arching framework of foliage for every
point of the view, the luxuriant growth
of ferns, the wilderness of wild flowers,
the numerous picturesque little bits of
architecture, though nothing more stately
than well-trimmed cottage porch, mossy
wall, an ivy-covered penthouse to protect a
, spring or well, an ancient gateway, proud
though dscayed, make the home scenery as
beautiful in its own way as the bolder and
grander coast so that literally there is no.
thing more complete, though much that is
larger than the Channel Islands, if studied
thoroughly with the eye of an artist and the
love of naturalist.
The most picturesque things are to be found
in Sark, ''the gem of the Channel Islands, "
as the guide-books not inaptly call it; and OF
these the three ereuS, known as the Creux du
Derrible (oulgice Terrible) and the Little
Creux in Greater Sark, and the Pot in Little
Sark, Coupes, the Guliot Caves and Les Bou.
tlques, also caves, are the most notable
These creux are funnel-shaped abysses which
open at the top far inland, and are connected
by subterranean way with the sea; so that
when the tide comes in, the waters rush up
this narrow funnel with force and violence
that make it moro like an aqueous volcano
than anything else to which Ican liken it. IL the
tide is high and the sea stormy, the scene il
beyond measure appalling. The waters surge
and swell and roar in their rapid rise with 9
noise like imprisoned thunder; the earth be-
meath your feet quivers with the passionate
tumult of the waters within; and if you have
nerve enough to lean over the unprotected
mouth and look into the boiling maelstrom
where moments giddiness or the treachery
of the root you grasp for support would b.
your death, yon may see there what Edga
Poe could alone describe, and what you will
never forget, and, perhaps, not care to SCI
again.
This is the contribution of William Morris
author of ''Tho Earthly Paradise -
MAY GROWN A-coLD.
o certainly, no month this is but May!
Sweet earth and sky sweet birds Of happy song
DO make thee happy now, and thou art strong
And many O tear thy love shall wipe away
And make the cark night merrier than the day
Straighten the crooked paths and right the wrOn,
And tangle bliss so that IL tarry lsng.
Go cry aloud the hope the Heavens do say!
Nay what is this? and wherefore lingerest thou?
why sayest thou the sky is hard as stone?
Why sayest thou the thrushes sob and moan?
Why sayest thou the east tears bloom and bougi
Why seem the sons OF man so hopeless now?
Thy love is gone, poor wretch, thou art alone!
We quote the following from Mr.. Bayar
Taylors "May-time Pastoral -"
He that viii, lot him backward set the stream
his fancy