The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-05-14

incarcerlted in the old castle dungeon.
 but who suddenly learns instead that
 he Is Prince.
 And the Princess isn't at all averse
 to marrying the neighboring potentate
 for state reasons when she learns that
 he Is great, and young and handsome,
 and the Prince Charming of the ForSe
 and the Elopement.
 So all goes well in the tale as It
 should in the love of a Prince and
 Princess.
 It's cause MT. MacGrath declares is
 "Rubbering," and that same cause ne
 holds is responsible for many tai2. When a woman looks around it is invariably portent of trouble; the man forgets his important engagement. and runs amuck, knocking over people, principles and principalities. If As pasia had not observed Pericles that memorable day; if there had not been an oblique slant to Calypsas eyes as Ulysses passed her way; if the eager Delilah had not offered favorable com ment on Samsons ringlets; in fact, 1T all the women in history and romance had gone about their affairs as they should have done, what uninteresting reading history would be today! |. Then into so nice a preamble the au- thor creates a good little bit of the earth, and pre-empts new princip&l- ity, and gives us a lively bit of it's his tory.
 Birch Leaves. By Birch Arnold" These series claim to be but "HomelY Verse for Homely People with Homely Virtues and Sentiments" Mrs, Alice IL. Bartlett writes from q warm, womanly heart. Her songs are Of home and Its | pleasures.
 Quite the most ambitious poem Is "A | Dream of Fame" The Dreamer see' | |, htr and thirst, and want of the greatest poets, and yet sings cheerily on. But realizing at last how hard master IS Art taking to itself all life, all love. all brain, she wakes to chose Love above Fame. Every wise choice. The poems are of ,cheery things, of sugaring in the maple groves. When the Sap Begins to Rum" of the Song of the Tea Kettle;" of the child's be- loved "Pinny. Painy. Poppy Show" | There are verses to The Old Settee: | to "Grandma;" to Grandpa" to Moth CTS Apple Sauce," and "A Song to the Churn."
 A homely cheerness runs through all as though the verse of "rhe Little | Service"
 "Oh, t Is just the little service. | We render day by day, The kindly things, and thoughtful. | The tender words we say, | That make life worth the living l Though sorrow haunts the way.
 If you've a word of pity. | Or a hand clasp soft and true. Or cup of sparkling water, l For the thirsty, give it, do;
 T will all come back in blessings Again for yours and you.
 Many of her verses have already won love for themselves in many hearts, as The Little Face Against the Pane, v and the jolly, When The Parson Comes to Tea" and "Where's A Fellow Coin To Go" There's lesson in this last | for mothers to take to heart. Nam mys Lullaby" is a very fetching piece of darkey dialect
 When the twilight shadows gather | Up and down the dusky street, | And the city's noise of traffic
 With the tramp of passing feet, Slowly dies to just murmur,
 Of It's former clang and din, Memory hears my mother asking, 1 Are the boys all in?
 When the lights begin to glimmer
 Like a thousand pairs of eyes,
 Searching out the ways of darkness Of the worm that never dies,
 And almost on every corner Are its agencies of sin,
 oft think I hear her asking,
 Are the boys all in?'
 Far from home and all It's pleasures
 Tired feet have sadly strayed;
 Graves of love, and graves of plenty
 Sexton Time has grimly made
 But the tender tones of mother oft my recollection win,
 As I hear her softly asking,
 Are the boys all in"
 Long ago, God found in Heaven , Need for still a brighter star, And across the sea of ether Called my mother from afar,
 But her light for me Is shining . Yet across the ways of sin; Someday I shall hear her asking, Are the boys all in?' The little book has a unique bind ing, an imitation of brick-work. Yer, ? attractive.
 2 Mrs Bartlett thus gives her own mo tive for her work: "To amuse, to in | terest, to cheer. to voice the unusua longings of the human heart for eX pression these poems have been writ ten. If they strike some chord O } sympathy, or evoke some note of har } mony in the hearts of the voiceles'