The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1893-02-09
JERSEYS SCRAP BOOK.
Work of Her Women Writer'S
Gathered Into One
Volume.
MRS. TREATS POEM "MALlNEs.'
"visions" By Mrs. Francis-Ali
Parts of the State to Send
Contributions.

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Special to The Jersey City Netos.
NEWARK. Feb. g.. 1893.-The New Jersey
"ScraD Book" which is 10 process OF
preparation at the rooms of the Ltdv
Managers Of the Chicago Fair In the
Prudential building, is bound to be a
most interesting volume. IL will contain
literary work Of many kinds-essays,
descriptive articles, nursery rhymes.
~jingies, lyrics, ballads and sonnets. Al
most every form that verse making takes
will be represented there, and the best
part OF it is thai all of tits from the pens
of Jersey women. Tue collection Will be
u valuable one. for never before has the
brought together within the covers of a
single book. 1t will surprise many people
TO learn how many women there are in
this community and throughout New
Jersey who ave done creditable work In
the field Of letters. Contributions to the
''Scrap Book" are received daily. and
nearly every lnstallment Increases the
value of the proposed book materially.
III looking over the collection the other
day a reporter came upon several gems
whose excellence was discernlDle at a
glance. IL seems hardly just that the
big Exposition shoul0 have these good
thugs all to itself. IL will be a long
time before the scrap Book" finds its
way back from Chicago to Jersey again.
1t is not out OF place, therefore, to print
some of the most noteworthy contriou-
lions in advance for the benefit of those
who do not want to walt until the Chi
cago Fair to learn what the gentier sex
in this fair State has done and can do
with the pen.
A PRETTY POEM.
One of the preLLIest things which the
"Scrap Book" will contain is 4 poem
called "Malines,n by Mrs. Julia Hubbell
7 reat of this city. It was written several
years ago in Antwerp, Belgium. IL Is SO
musical that its cadences Hnger with one
long after reading.' II is 90 rythmical
that the movement OF its verses seems
lawless and throws an indescribaole
glamour over the entire effort. IL is
given herewith
MAI, MES.
Malines! MaIines!
The memory Of thy quiet, grass-Grown streets,
Thy sun.iJ place." where stately Margaret
keeps
Her constant watch, still fingers like the beats
OF the cathedral bell, which never sleeps,
But on the throbbiug air sounds out the kneii OF
bygone times.
Malines! Malines!
Thy ripping river like a silver thread
Winds in and out, by ancient city walls,
Again, in blissful dream, L seem TO tread
Upon the bridge and listen as there falls
Upon my ear the taintest melody OF far OIL
chumes.
Malines! Malines!
The bees hum drowsiIy amid the flowers
That hang from quaint old gardens Ger the
stream,
Where uoisle;sly the dial n arks the hours
With shadowy finger as the suns bright team
L,ghts up once mora the Lme-worn stone and
max S 1t glow again.
Again seem To gazs far up the height
OF sculptured stone winch forms thu lofty
SpIre
OF thy cathedral; and with footsteps light
Inter the open door, while from Inc CHOIR
Comes Soleniniy the caant of whte-robed
priests with soft AMEN. .
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Maine! Malinesl
The chimes have ceased in yonder lofty tower,
And The great clocS reInotse lessiy aud slow
To is off The hour; I start, and drop a flower
Ger winch l dreamed, and let it tail below
Upon the water, and IL floats away as hoats the
scene.
Tin the "Grande Place" of Malines is a
statuo of Margaret of Austria, daughter Of
Macmillan l., celebrated as Re sedt of the
Netherlands, and instructress OF Charles V.
A MOTHERS LAMENT.
Few things in this life arouse the sym
DaLhv and arrest the ATTENTION Oh all
women aud Il men with more Spontane-
BUSINESS than The lamentalion of n mother
for her dead child. The man feels for a
grief whose depths he cannot sound, and
is therefore awed into silence by his very
incapncity fully to comDrehend. Tbs
woman knows what it mean, anu know
ing. feels her heart-striugs torn from very
sympathy. rhe following verses are By
Mrs. Lizzie E. Fraucis, OF this city,
VISIONS.
There's a voice that's ever with me-
A voice 50 soft and mild;
Ills the voice of my lost darling,
My angel, cheruo child.
There's a little form that grests me
Ever at dawn of day;
'Tist the form of my lost idol,
I Forever LasSed away.
There's a little grave where daisies
Look brightest in the soring;
Where the rob ms come III sumner,
And music round them fling.
And there my little darling sleeps,
Low in a narrow bed;
And / grieve and gr eve forever
For my boy lying dead.
All me! there's a form celestial,
Wearing a crown of gold;
1t is calling me to Heaven,
To join the happy fold.
o kind and merciful Father!
When will the moment come
When l can lose my eyes in death,
And say, .:Thy will be doneg"
ON THE DEATH OF GRANT.
The verses given below are by Mrs. j.