The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-10-06


 With mournings, and sables and funeral
 display;
 Lsng weepers are hanging from ba,,lemen,s
 brown,
 And the aneien, cathedral i. hagg.rd and
 gray.
 The sexton a white rose has put in his breast. While his face is as blank as a snow-lades
 sky,
 For Albert and Bertha have gone 10 their rest. And the prince of the Gypsies is swinging
 on high.
 The Legend of Easter Eggs shows o Bnen in new field. The pretty old German legend is gracefully rendered in flowing verse, and tells what the poet might have done as writer of children's verse:
 You have heard. my boy, of the Man who died, Crowned with keen thorns and crucifed. And how Joseph the wealthy-whom God re- Cared for the corpse of his martyred Lord, And pfo1sly tombed II within the rock Aad closed the gate with mighty block. Now close by the tomb fair tree grew. Wnh pendulous leaves, and blossoms of blue: And deep in the green trees shadowy breast A beautiful singing bird sat on her nest, Which was bordered with moses like Mala-
 chite,
 And held four eggs Of an ivory white Now when the bird. from it's dim recess. Beheic the Lord n His burial dress, And looked on the heavenly face so pale. Anc the dear hands pierced with ihe cruel
 nail.
 Her heart nigh broke with A sudden pane. And ou; of the depths oi her sorrow she sang All night long iii the moon was up She sat and sang in her mosS-xrea,hed cup song of sorrow wild and shril As the homeless wind when II roams the hill. >o full of tears. so loud and long. nat The grief of the world seemed turned 10
 song.
 But soon there came thro' the weeping night A glaiiering angel clothed in white And he rolled the stone from the tomb away Where the Lord of the earth and the heavens
 lay:
 And Christ arose from the cavern's gloom. And m living lustre came from the tomb. Now the bird that sat in the heart of the tree Beheld thls celestial mystery. And it's heart ~as filled with sweet delight. And II poured A song on ,he throbbing night: Notes climbing notes, til higher. higher, They shot 10 heaven like spears of fire. When the sii,teriag, white robed angel heard he sorro"Iag song oi the grieving bird. And after the labiiant p.ean of m.rth That hailed GhFisi arisen again on earth He sad " Sweet bird. be forever b.esi. Ihyset, thy egss and thy moss-wrea,hed And ever. my chi:d. since ;ha, blessed night When death boa cd do~ n ie tie Lorc. oi lichi Inc eggs oi that sweet b.Fd changed their
 hue.
 And burned W,h red. and gold and blue. Gtn Ra ~ n s- hsfr as+sf Oi the holy marvel oi Easter day.
 We ind few love poems among our poets pieces, but what he did write are of marked excellence, untainted by false sentiment and mock pathos. Straw berries Is dainty and full of sunshine, while " Ba,,ledores and By the Pas saic' show that O'Brien could be as light-hear,ed and playful as the mer- riest. But all three are inferior to "A Summer ldyl." which is as swee, and pensive as a June twilight. Loss ' and " An April Day" are still better. full of the beauty of nature Tn spring time and and pervaded with a tone of winsome sadness. The Enchanted Titan, more characteristic than any of the foregoing is full of strength. but con- tans lines that sadly mar its beauty. Best of all IS The Amazon" strong. full of the wild grandeur of the woods, the ou,growth of the loves of an Amazon and Titan. What life. and passion and reckless freedom in these lines:
 0, you should see her She IS, oi all queens That drive their ehariots over bleeding
 hearts,
 Th N.. She won her throne. She has no need cf Born 10 enslavc. she conquers with q glance: All blandishments and suitable wile dis
 dains:
 heretic to the antique romance. To know she IS, IS knowing iha, she reigns. Like ihe phosphorc trees in forests dark She lights in all hearts, and ye, herself is
 cold; And woe 10 him who. dazzled by the spark Hopes for a heat her heart can never hold But she is beautiful No vocal dream Warbled in slumher by the nightingale, Gan match her voices music Scuiptors
 seem When most inspired 10 copy her and fail To gaze on her is song unto the sight; A harmony of vision heaven sent, Where all the tones of human charms unite And are in one majestic woman b!ent On an autumn morning mistress and over ride together in the woods. Enact ng a masquerade he makes her his cap i've, binding her with vines and flowers. But }. mockery oi conquest. Hidden sting. O;riumph tTeacherous IS the sleeping seas She played the cap,ive-I. the victor king. Threading iriumphai arches thro the trees sudden, with one wild burst of regal mish, She flung her aauering ie;lers to the
 wind She and her steed with bound of fierce de
 light Dashed ihro' the crushing hoaghs that
 closed behind. And so she vanished. From the distance dim i Her seornful laugh fioated 10 ny ear; A jest for her-for me a funeral hymn. Sung OCT love tha, froze upon the bier How shall conquer her. Since ,ha, cursed
 day Her image stands between me and the
 world. Around my cup of life where flowers should
 lay, Eorh;la;rc q