Birmingham age-herald., 1894-09-02
MUSINGS WITHOUT METHOD.

We parted, love, long years ago, in balmy ,r April weather;
 We cursed the fates that you and could not pledge hearts together.
 stOne kiss, dear heart,' you pressed my
 lips, we breathed the pa ting tender. Now as I muse, the ash-heap slips, down. That pariingSali know, but all, indeed, of
 one written story
 Was not for once, but once for aye, seal on i drank Hs'iie the sorrow oT from your lips-dear
 poison, called " Eternal"
 And realized in Helicon the serpent lurked to ot part us.
 No more to wander meath the stars, nor pluck
 youths haunting flowers.
 Tomorrows on tomorrows fall and build thelr But I must meekly nurse my wrath and piece We parted love, but in my heart, as warm as
 when you placed 1t,
 There sleeps the virgin saint-First Love
 pure star-beam on souls turret
 "One kiss?'' dear heart-aye, kiss, an oath, swear the promise over,
 And as swear the ash heap flames and hghts
 me to my lover.
 The above was written in reply to little waif of verse revived in recent magazine. The original piece was first printed in lSou and supposed to be from the gifted pen Of Ianier, though no one is sure, as he never forgave and gathered home many Of his brain children which appeared from time to time in the Constitution and Journal: These lines were suggested to my mind from reading of the exquisite poem, ana hence their writing, though they must seem atrocious to those people who have enjoyed "The Lovers Farewell"
 .5"Ships That Pass in the Night'' has held me for two readings. Beatrice liar raden believes in the religion of humanity; Sarah Grand believes iU the same creed. ! The air is thick with projects for the re- generation of the universe; things are In seething ferment, which may bring good to women, but great part Of the enthusiasm will go off in vapor or other volatile sub- stance. The immediate practical outcome will be disappointing-the new phlloso- phies will be absorbed in still fresher ex- periments. This is a revival avatar of the oid Puritan spirit, or at least rese embles 1t ip.earnestness and sympathy for individual suffering.
 stShips That Pass in the Night' is fully as'powerful work to it's end as 'The Heavenly 1wins.'' The former is sug- gestive; it opens up a world to us ana some how gives us an introduction to the mas- tery of her sphere of thought that puls us ln a position to get the very best there is in it, very smart young woman of Blr- ni.ngham, in describing her sensations thriug perusal of Miss Harraden's 8 novel :, apfIy ex pressed what most of us have felt, but didn't know exactly how to explain it.. She said: .'I am reading it for the third time; there are spaces this wide' Ca yard {, should think, she measured with her bands) "between every line, where one may divine thousand things unwritten, bot there just the same.'
 ssThe emphatic tramp. tramp of Sara Grand's indie nant protest becomes little vearisome from time to tine; she possess sesa thorough tech nical equipment with which to handle her subject; her scientific exactness and mechanical ingenuity-in other words the ably distributed millions of relJititions book that size must necessarily contain is admirable. The permanency of the two epoch making volumes is yet un- settled. Their effect is decided already. 'sShips That Pass in the Night' IS flower aud exhales sweetness; it's influence is al work in world of sullen hearts to- day, and will increase. sThe Heavenly Twins'' is another root in the aourishing tree Of reform-it has dissenters and pas sionate supporters. Possibly it's staying power is greater than the other more modest effort. They are indeed "mission books ,, and next Sunday want to dis agree, with that puritanical editorial which P declared that girls are unmaidenly foI having confessed a per"-Hi "f Angelica { and Diayola's adorable . mess, and Evadne's warning disappointment!
 SYDNEY DARYL.