The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-10-06

Cprears in might his misty height.
 ase ms crazy sides are wooded well. In the midst doth smile 1lsle isle And ifs vercure shames 6k& e1n<rs,ds On its grassy side. in ruined pride. s'eH A castle Of old is darkling seen. On its lofty crest the wild cranes nest, In its halls the sheep good shelter fsa And the ivy shades where a hundred h-sa
 Were hung. when their owners in s;re1 clined. ne- lis sweet to gaze when the suns br,gt, Are cooling themselves in the trsrhl'ss wave: ''aS But lis sweeter when the evening x..,
 shines like smile af friendshiph Rrax. There the hollow shells thro' their wrea,b..
 cells 'e-
 Make musc oa the silent shore. As the summer breeze thro' the distaat trees Murnur In fragrant breathings o'er. And the sea-weed shines like the hdde, mines,
 Or the fairy cities beneath the sea: Ana the wave-washed stones are as br gh, as Ike thrones
 or the ancient kings of Araby, If Il were my lot in that fairy spot 10 live forever and dream twere mine
 
 Ere would leave thee loved Loeb In.
 Several poems, which may be called d.. sonptive, embody O'Brien's bes, work in verse. Winter" written mayhap on December day, when the air was niled with sno~fiakes, each a message from the All-Bountiful, freighted with love and compassion for man. and all else dark. motionless and silent. is a striking picture of wintry nature. Here the arts; IS master of his task, and each succeed. ing line adds vividness and force 10 the scene portrayed. Had Winter been painted as skillfully with the brush as with the pen masterpiece would have been the outgrowth. ''An Old Storya a companion piece to "Win,er," is ren- dered still more awful by the tragedy Of life implied and "The Three Garre,sn partly narrative, is full of brillian, glmpses of sea, sunshine and tempest. The Sea- whose garb of words is nj. ting compliment to high. sustained thought. IS the best poem of the group. To the fine mind what depth of music. pathos and grandeur in these lines. Ebb and flow. ebb and flow. By oasalt crags. thro' caverns low | Thro' rifted rocks. OCT pebblv strand. on windy beaches of naked sand To and fro 10 and fro.
 Chanting ever and chanting slow. Thy harp IS swept with liquid hands. And thy soiee Is breathing of d:s,an; ,aads Sweet and low sweet and low, Those golden echoes surely know Thy lips are rich with the lazy south. And the tune:ai ice5erss have touched .thy
 mouth.
 Come and go. come and go.
 The sun may shine and the winds may tIo. But thou ~ili forever sing. sea And never, ah never. shall sing ike the.
 !" The Prize Fight" ''The Finishing School and The Sewing Bird s-three poems that cannot be called sa,ires since they tru,hfully reflect phases of modern life show the stand the poet took in re- gard to vice. folly and injustice. The Pnze Fight contains an account of a mili so graphic that it becomes an lm- passioned appeal against that mos, brutal of pastimes. The Finishing School strikes wi,hering blow at follies peculiar 10 our own country alone. The lesson 1t taught is still pregnant with meaning. for Mary Degai yet lives, Madame Cancan yet teaches. and the elegant Count Cherami yet waits for fresh victims. Written in a sprightly vein which leads one when he has taken II up not to lay IL down without finishing. it is a poem the like of which we have too few, and one to whose truthfulness many can attest.
 Best of the three is '' The Sewing Girl" poor seamstress sits at her weary task, when oi sudden her needle becomes a bird, with wings of silver. and bids his mistress to follow, that she may be shown men Tn the place of women. and learn the lessons which all should know. Wonderingly she obeys, and threading great thoroughfares sees men, effeminate and smooth of lip, taking the place of women and robbing them of the iiveli- hood that IS justly theirs. But at las, the bird leading her over rivers and across mountains, shows her men at the work which men should do:
 Up in wild Californian hill Where the torrents sweep with a mighty will. And the grandeur of nature filled the air. And the cliffs were lofty, rugged and hsrs Some thousands of lusty fellows she saw Obeying the nrst great natural law. From the mountain side they had scraped the
 earth
 Down to the veins where the gold had h;,,. And the mighty pit they had girded abou, Nth ramparss massive, and wide and s,ou, And they curbed the torrents, and swept them
 round
 Wheresoever they willed thro' virgin ground They rocked huge cradles the livelonr day And shoyeled the heavy, tenacious clay And grasped the nuggets of gleaming ore. | ne sinews of commerce on every shore. iheiT boards were rugged and their eyes
 were bright.
 For ,heiT labor vas healthy, their hearts were
 light: And ihe kings and princes of distant lands Blessed the work of their sialwart hands Then high OCT the shovel and n;ct-,,...
 clang
 Loudly the song of the Sewing Bird rang: See. ses. S<e 5se
 / s.s T fs< sI.set srA<ys sAosIS S<, And he scared once more thro the bonndl.xs
 air,
 While the work-giri followed him wondering
 where.