Birmingham age-herald., 1894-08-19
MUSINGS WITHOUT METHOD.

The peace and splendor of the dying day,
 Its falnting glory touching every plane The twilight hymn-the dfowsy songsters ays
 stirs natures heart with strange, exqui g.
 ite pain.
 For noontide. with her lurid. burning spell
 With blush unbeautiful earth's fair brow But this before Eve's frozen silence fell
 And peace, her silver tinted message Sweet Evel Thou humble child of m~eker
 nighti
 Whose beaming fancies draping everything With glittering dew, hath made the blading
 And showered pearls upon the sleeping The vesper prayers-their soothing echoes
 By zephyrs to and fro from sea and land Are waited up for all the loved and lost
 Who rest within the shadow of His hand.
 These lines, written under the title of ssThe Loved and Lost,'' appeared in the Brinkley Search Light a few weeks since, and as they are revived from long sleep in the fragments of my first endeavors I little thought they would be called the best from my unwilling muse. to reach logical con- clusion must needs believe tbat no further effort is of avail, as fifty years or so may have passed away and the "Loved and Lost' turns out to be s'the only One.'
 It must be the lack of meter, the scorn of rhetoric and the refusal to rhyme, which forms the ssunique' feature of the above. Wdlb Wnitmau, WHO WaB never k0OWu tO follow single precedent of poetry is ac- corded fame because of irregularities, which, in the case of the average aspirant, would be more than sufficient to condemn him to everlasting obscurity. Is it fair9
 Margaret O Brien 's choice has plunged the literary world in a sea of regrets and dumb rebellion. To understand the splendor of self sacrifice; to weigh accurately the grandeur of yielding to the voice of voca- tionwhichis calculated to repel the resisting and pleasure-ioving heart of youth, one must needs know something of the Cath ollie religion.
 This event is signal triumph for the sisterhood of Loretto; the world-seldom just to things above it's comprehension- has long declared the nunnery and the monastery, refuge for those weary of life or beset with misfortunes. Today we behold a contradiction to this belief. One, around whom hath fioated the royal colors of woman's glorious destiny; endowed with gifts above the ordinary; capable in many ways of doing good in the world; with exceptional social advantages, liter ary achievements, poetic and musical tal- ents; she steps from the gilded canvas of wealth, beauty and homage-aud quietly laying by her Iaurels and her worldly hopes, with folded hands enters the sacred cloister. The glitter and pomp of life could not satisfy the soul; happiness eluded heart longing to make its home 'mid the holy seclusion of gardens marked aside by her Master.
 The delicate hands, which seem more fitted to hold the light burden of her pen or to strike chords from her beautiful harp, ,are now consecrated to the service of others. The sparkling eyes will beam with courage and pity upon the supplicating face of poor, struggling humanity; prayers, bodily labor and heart tnfdus pef0Ga n2Omore to the sphere for which we dull earthlings thought her ordained beyond the influence of obstacles or failure. That her star has risen higher than fame and success, who shall disputef That her mission Is nobler, purer, and that 1t will meet with surer re- ward, we all know. Therefore, soaring 8 little on the very glory she has put behind her, we rejoice with her happy heart, and say tGod bless Sister Margaret Mariei" "Captivity that comes with duty is true liberty.'' SYDNEY DARYL.