All the hill?" your burdens up And she answered, with a laugh, No, but you may carry half." Close beside the little brook In a porch she sits, and, lo! ΑΝΟΝ. "You have heard of the Danish boy's whis- | The maiden laughed out in her innocent glee: tle of wood? I wish that that Danish boy's whistle were mine." "And what would you do with it? Tell me," she said, While an arch smile played over her beautiful face. "I would blow it," he answered; "and then my fair maid 66 What a fool of yourself with your tle you'd make! whis WE PARTED IN SILENCE. WE parted in silence, we parted by night, On the banks of that lonely river; Would fly to my side, and would here take Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite, her place." "Is that all you wish it for? That may be yours Without any magic," the fair maiden cried : "A favor so slight one's good-nature se cures; And she playfully seated herself by his side. "I would blow it again," said the youth, "and the charm Would work so that not even Modesty's check Would be able to keep from my neck your 66 fine arm." She smiled, and she laid her fine arm round his neck. We met and we parted for ever! Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love, Where the soul wears its mantle of glory. We parted in silence. Our cheeks were wet With the tears that were past controlling: We vowed we would never-no, never-forget, And those vows at the time were consoling; But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine And now on the midnight sky I look, 'Yet once more would I blow, and the Each star is to me a sealed book steadily on the increase, and he has a band of devoted worshippers. His chief defect is obscurity of expression, with a certain mannerism. The characteristics of his poetry lie rather in its external dress of imagery and language than in any bias toward a particular line of thought or subject. His pieces might be classed, in the manner of Mr. Wordsworth, into Poems of the Affections; Poems of the Fancy; Studies from Classical Statuary and Gothic Romance, etc. Many of them, from the apparent unintelligibility of their external shape, have been supposed to bear an esoteric meaning. The Princess especially, apparently a Gothic romance in a drawing-room dress, has been supposed to figure forth not merely the position which women and their education hold in the scale of modern civilization, but to indicate also the results of modern science on the relations, affections and employments of society. The verse of Mr. Tennyson is a composite melody; it has great power and large compass; original, yet delightfully mingled with the notes of other poets. His mind is richly stored with objects which he invests sometimes with the sunny mists of Coleridge, sometimes with the amiable simplicity of Wordsworth. DANIEL SCRYMGEOUR. [Tennyson was honored by Queen Victoria in A. D. 1883 with the title of Baron JAMES MONTGOMERY. The Princess: A Medley, 1847; In Memo- Tennyson D'Eyncourt.] AMES MONTGOMERY was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Scotland, in 1771, and died at Sheffield in 1854. He was the son of a Moravian preacher, and was sent to be eduThe popularity of Mr. Tennyson has been cated at the settlement of that sect at Ful |