The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-04-04
We nnd something pleasant Of April. the
onOouraRinR month.

encouraging month:
Oh who Is this with twinklias feet.
with sisd young eyes spd laughter sweet.
Who losses back her strong. wild hair
And ssucy tfsses nfnrs 70 Care
The while she laughs at herr Beware.
You who this winsome maiden meet
We have lent our own umbrella, and It 10
not yet returned. and we know that April
10 upon us, and We hate warning that 10
nothing better than q reminder and re-
proach. We can see April, the winsome
maiden, copiously washing the strosts and
the unsoliciting people. But let the tulips
grow; let the ground be fructihed. Your
poet may 20 In an unavailing round. and We
dare say that We all have bean poets to
that extent. In .Wsstwirnd Songs, BY
Arthur Epson Edmund d. Brooks. Mime
apolis). We read:
He used 10 fret the night out with his lay
Half finished and. forcstalline the faint day.
Creep from his couch while slipt the moon low.
For some poetic elimmer, swset and slow.
O'er which he lowered TIL the East W, gray.
such light was his-and then be used 70 van
Long nights In darkness at the very ease
Against whose far side beat the utmost light.
TIL. weshed. strainins 81 those bars In vain.
He fell on dreams OF light that went again
To leave him starting In the empty niSht
Curiously there IL nothing to tell ~
where Peter Won Duihelspiel end Otbs
Moods More Serious by John Campbell
Haywood, IL published. The art Of cookery
In these days il widely disseminated. and
Il IL with slender enlishtenmsnt that We
read the poem Of Tho Passionate Chef
here included:
Breath Of my iife-look deep within mine syes
And cool the fever Of my hear desire.
CH'm. where the pepper. % my soul shan tell
Its need Of love. That pOt'S too near the dre1
where's TIE chopped meat. II now. ny prscious
Could but en,wine her arms about ny neck
pete. pas the butter, then all paradise
Would count a. nsught tgsrlc, too much mskss
wreck.
Cook nfteen minutssJ An, my pulses boil.
Lips pressed to lips. As like the honey bee
Feeds on ns love- Il d better take u Oh.
IT'S doneJ Ny priceless. yes my priceless
uricsssee).
An entire book Of 1856 pages 10 devoted
to -Joe's Place; q Life Story BY John
Rosslyn (George W. Jacobs a Co., Phila-
delphia); and yet we must ask the reader
to be satisfied with the reproduction ereh
Of the twelve concluding lines:
o. Armies perfectly content
Quite sure she secs what mother meant.
An Joe. he says his mothers face
Beams frequent now and liShts his place.
I'm glad 70 think tis even so.
There ain's Q busier man than Jes.
Nor yet . happier TO be found
Outside OF heaveni-life full an round
This. Annie says Is proof for me
That be "a whsre he'd ought 10 be
Right In the large place mother meant
Like Annie DEAR I'm full costenti
A selection from the poems Of Sir Rennell
Rodd Il published under the title Of Myrtle
and Oak FORBES q Co, Boston and Chicago).
These are poems Of gentle sentiment, re-
Elective and optimistic. A portrait Of the
author, from drawing by the Warehouses
OF CRANKY, makes a handsome frontispiece.
The selection was made for American
readers. The poet says in greeting
Song sung for idand England.
Col Every winds way takel
Are there not kindred voices
Wherever blue waves break
Go forth to all the Enelsnds
That edge the hundred seas.
And shake shsir virgin tsessss out
To every ocean bresssi
/ Go through that greater England
The ysars hAve reconcled.
And touch the kindred blood thss flows
Through mother - through child
And ssy to that new England
For you. too. were 10 sung.
| And In your hesrt che note must be
To which our strain Is ssrungi
And groct mo thAt kfcst EuBiene
Ny feet have never trod.
Whose heroes are our heroes
And whose God must be our God.
Mr.. Clarence T. Eddy Of Idaho is the
author Of the poems grouped under the
title Of Tho Pinnacle OF Parnassus" (The
Tribune Printing Company. Salt Lake,.
An extract from the Challs. aho,
Messenger. printed with the poems under
the heading 'Apropos,' says Of the author
Clarence Eddy, Poet Prospector and
Newspaper Man, was born Sept. 10. 1874.
at Bridgeport. Ore, In that portion Of
| the beautiful willamette Valley which was
| the home Of Homer Davenport, the great
cartoonist Edwin Markham, the immortal
poet Lieut.. Schwatka, the Arctic explorer.
and Samuel L. Simpson, who sang the song
| OF the willamette" Recommendation
enough, and we hardly needed the fronts
piece portrait OF the poet, though it is alto
| eether agreeable TO have it. The venerable
idea that money makes the mare 60 is
newly expressed here in two poems. entitled