The herald., 1897-10-31

All the house is faSt in sleep,
Were l not a spirit best,
Sisters, l could almost weep!
'In that cradle sleeps my child;
She whose birth brought on my bliss;
On her forehead unde1iled
/ will print an airy kiss:
See, she dreameth happy dreams;
Her hands are folded quietly;
Like to one of us she seems:
One of us my child will be-"
The other is lullaby, entitled "sweet
and Low"
bright is the moon on the deep,
Bright are the cliffs in her beam;
Sleep, my little one, sleep
Look, he smiles and opens his hands;
He sees his father in distant lands,
And kisses him there in a dream
Sleep, sleep.
"Father is over the deep;
Father will come to thee soon
Sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon,
Sleep, sleep!'
The closing moments of the great poet S
life are tenderly described by the son, who
says his father often referred to his own
last lines
"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me-" etc.;
And also to the lines from "Cymbeline"-
Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die"
We quote from the description of the
poets death, as follows:
For the next hours the full moon flood
ed the room and the great Landscape out
eide with light, and we watched in solemn
stiffness. His patience and quiet strength
had power upon those who were nearest
and dearest TO him: we felt thankful for
the love and utter peace of it all. and his
own lines of comfort from In Memoram'
were strongly borne in upon us. He was
quiet restful, holding my wifes hand, and,
as he was passing away. l spoke over him
his own prayer, God accept him, Christ
receive him. because knew that he would
have wished it.
Some friends and the servants came to
see him. He looked very grand and peace
fui, with the deep burrows of thought al
most smoothed away, and the old clergy
man of Lurgashall stood by the bed with
his hands raised and said: Lord Tennyson.
God has taken you, who made you prince
of men FAREWELL
1--WE placed 'Cymbeline' with him and a
laurel wreath from virgils tomb, and
wreaths of roses, the flower which he
loved above all flowers, and some of his
Alexandrian laurel, the poets laurel"
BALLADS OF YANKEE-LAND. BY WILL
lam Edward Penney. 4. Y. Crowell &
Co.
Not long ago a London bookseller put
this placard upon his shelves 1.-The minor
poets are cheap todayI' The waggish,verse-
makers took it up, and rhymes ran upon
the theme One is reminded of the incident
upon being called upon to chronicle the
advent of this new volume of poems. Mi
nor poetry is indeed quoted very low in
the lists Of literature that is being put on
the market. What ones family might
call good and be very proud Of or what
the rural community and the local news
paper might adopt as the product Of gen.
tuS, somehow does not necessarily appeal
to the great public, which looks upon the
new poet with distrust if not disfavor, but
the most of them cannot rank in this great
world as poetry that is supposed to sur
vive. Such ventures are swamped and lost
In the great, pitiless sea, an so should be
kept close to shore.
OLE MAMMY'S TORMENT. BY Annie
Fellows Johnston, author of "The Lit
tie Colonel and big Brother" L. C.
Page & Co., Boston.
This is a story of a colored youth with
no end of animal spirits and who could see
fun ahead without limit. He was mot
bad. but jes' onthinkin'" said Uncle Billy
to Sister Sheba, the boys mother. 1t is a
genuine Juvenile in merit and makeup.
The latter portion of the mischievous boys
ic f,111 pf f1oti ;,,tn
THE PRINCE OF THE PIN ELVES. BY
Charles Lee Sleight. L. c. Page 6e Co.,
Boston.
A fascinating story of the underground
adventures of Il sturdy, reliant American
boy among the elves and gnomes by an
author who is certain to make his way
to the hearts and homes of our boys and
girls. very pretty volume and fit gift
for holidays or any other days. All of
these publications are models Of good
taste.
THE FARRIER's DOG AND HIS FEI.-
LOW. BY Will Allen Dromgoole. L.
G. Page & Co., Boston.
This story, written by the gifted young
southern woman, will appeal to all that is
best in the natures of the many admirers
the very touching story of "a cur, COM
mon yellow cur" though there We're those
who knew his good qualities who insisted
that there was a strain of shepherd in his
blood. But whatever race or family he
belonged to did not matter so much, for
he became a vagabond. his only safe hid
ing place being the farriers shop, presided
over by big. brown. sooted man, who
was horse doctor and blacksmith together.
This story is of this big rough man and the
waif Of dog, and it is neither dull nor un-
profitable.
+ + 4
PRACTICAL HINTS FOR YOUNG
WRITER'S, READERS AND BOOK
BUYERS. By Frederick Lawrence
Knowles. L. c. Page & Co.. Boston.
This little volume is full of helpful hints
and suggestions as to all literary work,
and especially valuable in pointing out the
best rules for systematic reading and what
books to choose. 1t is very much in the
line OF another small volume recently re-
viewed in these columns entitled "The Mas
terry of Books" We wish we had space to
give the main body of the hints as to how
and what to read. OF course everybody re-
members Emerson's famous three rules:
"Never read a book not year old. Never