National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1884-11-08

see that our English cousins have boon
up to snuff" for some time. Ono hun
dred and fifty plates from tho pencil Of
Doyle, Leech, Tenniel, and Others por-
traying tho political careers Of Peel, Pal
merston, Russell. Cobdeu, Bright, Derby,
Beaconsheld, Salisbury, and Gladstone,
form a collection which will be studied
with keen interest on this side of the At
lantc, and will mako for the book q ready
sale.
POEMS OF FREDERICK. LOCKER. New
York: White, Stokes u Allen. Washington:
Brentano Bros.
Their dainty dress OF thick paper, gilt
edges, aud mignonette coored binding,
with quaint symbolic devices, is none TOO
dainty for the airy, delicate Uers dc societe
of Frederick Locker. Condensed to such
q degree that one cannot hnd one super
fluous word, yet clear as crystal; natural
and direct, yet smOoihly-ilowing aud abb
solutely unerring In rhythm and rhyme;
delicate as faint and evanescent per-
fume, yet forciblc and vigorous, each ono
Of these perfect little poems is like deli
cately cut cameo. Perhaps Mr. Locker lisa
little more limited In his range than Aus
tin Dobson and lacks some Of tho latter's
originality, but there is no one else who
can DO compared to him within his own
limits for firm delicacy Of touch, for gay
humor, for sparkling variety Of senti-
ment. and for an occasional touch of
tender pathos that Is never tragic. He
sails in narrow stream-that of society"
and though there is an occasional hint
OF strong uudercurrent in these light
verses, they are mostly but the sparkling
ripples that dance upon the surface.
Every poem boys to be quoted. but few
suggestions must suffice. If you want
delicate wit read, among dozen others,
the Lines to My Grandmother"
This relative Of mine,
Was she seventy.and-
When she died?
BY the canvas may be seen
How she looked at seventeen
AS a bride.
Beneath summer tree,
Her maiden reverie
Has charm
W NET t' nS Srm are N .ase VIVA, n whist
For an arm
With her bridal wreath, bouquet,
Lace larthingale, and gay
Were Romney's thinning true,
What lucky dog were you,
Grandpapa!
For simple, graceful, natural sentiment
trude's Glover
Slips of kidskin deisly sewn,
A scent as though her garden blown,
The tender hue that clothes her dove,
All these, and this Is Gerty's glove.
glove but lately don't, for look
| II keeps the happy shape II took
| Warm from her touch What gave the glow
And where's the mold that shaped 1t so?
It claspd the hand, so pure. 80 sleek,
| Where Gerty rests u pcnsiye cheek,
| The hand that when the Light wind stirs,
| Reproyes those laughing locks of hers.
You fingers four, You little thumbl
| We're but you, In days TO come,
| I'd clasp and kiss-Pd keep ber-gol
| And tell her that told you so.
For Observation-Disclosures pathos nothing
but Austin Dobson's "Child Musician"
can compare with "rhe Widows Mite"
A widow-she had only one,
A.puny and decrepit sonl
| But, day and night,
| Though fretful oft, and weak and small,
A loving chlld--he was her all
The widows mite.
The widows might; ny, so sustained,
She battled onward, nor complained
| Tho friends were fewer;
| And while she toiled for daily fare
| A little crutch upon the stair
Was music TO her.
saw her then; and now l see
| That, though resigned and cheerful, she
| Had sorrowed much;
She has, HE gave 1t tenderly,
Much faith and, carefully laid by,
A little crutch!