The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-03-15

populations of her own voluptlous and own familiar province; in other words to be q genuine Indian poet. With the docility and the rapid appreciation oi genius," Mir. Gosse goes on to say "Sarojini instantly accepted this sug gestion and she indulges with too en' thusiastic gratitude the friend whose only merit was to show her the way to the golden threshold.
 The poem called Cradle Song ts another delicious bit that she captured in her souls net, and showed that she had taken Mir. Gosse's advice: . From groves of spice,
 Ger fields of rice,
 Athwart the lotus-stream,
 I bring for you,
 Aglint with dew
 A little lovely dream.
 Sweet, shut your eyes,
 The wild fire-flies
 Dance through the fairly neem;
 From the poppy-bole
 For you I stole
 A little lovely dream.
 OedE eyeSs HOUu-lllSut,
 In golden light
 The stars around you gleam;
 On you press
 With soft caress
 A little lovely dream.
 The other song from "The Golden Threshold" which have set to music ''Hamayun to Zobeida," to which have given the more specific title of ''The Veil," is rich in the peculiar imagery of the orient. It also gives expression to that bold spirit which when love is con- cerned would break through the bonds of caste, just as she herself did when, as Brahmin, she married the man she loved, even though he was of lower caste than herself: You Haunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn, Your sweetness in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan. You haunt my waking like dream, my
 slnmber like a moon, Pervade me like a musy scent, possess
 me like tune. Yet, when crave of you, my sweet, one
 tender moments grace, You cry, q sit behind the veil, can
 not show my face" Shall any foolish veil divide my long
 ing from my bliss? Shall any fragile curtain hide your
 beauty from my kiss? What war is this of Thee and Me?
 Give OCT the wanton strife, You are the heart within my heart, the
 life within my life.
 have read you the poems of the three songs which you are to hear in a few moments, because they are among the best illustrations of the work of Sarojini Naidu I could give you and because I wanted you to hear them without the distraction of the music l; for it is fact that during singing the attention of the listener is always con centrated on the music rather than the words, although, of course, the words are not lost, or should not be, but it is hard to take in all the beauty of the poem on a first he5ring and at the same time listen to the musical setting. But it is necessary for me to read "Street Cries" in order for you to know what it is all about; for in the riot of the concerted music, the overlapping of tunes, you could not possibly make out q connected story unless you knew it beforehand. So this is the poem, so full of local color: When dawn's first cymbals beat upon
 the sky, Housing the world to labour's various
 cry,
 To tend the flock, to bind the mallow-
 ing grain,
 gain,
 And fasting men go forth on hurrying
 feet,
 Buy bread. buy bread, rings down the
 eager street. When the earth falters and the waters With the implacable radiance of
 noon. And in dim shelters koils hush their
 notes, And the faint, thirsting blood in languid
 throats Graves liquid succour from the cruel
 heat,
 Buy fruit, buy fruit, steals down the
 panting street When twilight twinkling OCT the gay
 bazaarS Infurls a sudden canopy of stars, When lutes are strung and fragrant
 torches let On white roof terraces where lovers
 sit
 Drinking together of lifes poignant
 sweet,
 Buy flowers, buy flowers, floats down
 the singing street.
 
 An automatic stop has been invented to halt cotton mill bobbin when de- sired amount of yarn has been wound on 1t and prevent waste.
 
 Of English invention is an electri- cally operated stethoscope with which abnormal noises in machinery can be detected from distant points.