THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. Thomas Buchanan Read, whose ambition it was to be an artist, is now better remembered by his poems. Read was born in Chester County, Pennsylvania, March 12, 1822. He studied, first in the large cities of this country, then in the galleries of Florence and Rome. Read died in New York, May II, 1872. In Read's poetry, which contains traces of his artistic sense, he has excelled in several different styles. Sheridan's Ride is famous; Drifting and The Closing Scene are hardly less so. Others are almost as good: The Song of the Alpine Guide, The Closing Scene, or the sonnet I Have Looked on a Face, should all be read in order to fill out that idea of Read's capability which is only partly revealed through the two former. SONG OF THE ALPINE GUIDE. On Zurich's' spires, with rosy light, 1 Zurich, a beautiful city of Switzerland. 12 And there my sister trims her sail, That fans the eagle in the skies. She sings in Zurich's chapel choir, And old Saint Bernard's' storm-bell toll, My brother wears a martial plume, Are placed there by a stranger hand. And greets him in a foreign speech, But she who to my heart replies Must speak the tongue these mountains teach. The warrior's trumpet o'er him swells, Where waves the hostile flag abroad; 1 Saint Bernard, the well-known hospice of Saint Bernard. On Zurich's side my mother sits, And view that father's toil with pride; And I would ever hear the stir And turmoil of the singing winds, Whose viewless wheels around me whirr, Whose distaffs are the swaying pines, And on some snowy mountain's head, The deepest joy to me is given, Where, net-like, the great storm is spread To sweep the azure lake of Heaven. Then since the vale delights me not, And it hath been my joy and lot To scale these Alpine crags of snowAnd since in life I loved them well, Let me in death lie down with them, And let the pines and tempests swell Around me their great requiem. GUY HUMPHREYS MCMASTER. The poem, The Old Continentals, or, as it has also been aptly called, Carmen Bellicosum, should, as well as the name of the author, be kept from oblivion. Judge Guy Humphreys McMaster was born at Clyde, N. Y., January 31, 1829. He wrote the poem at nineteen years of age, and it appeared soon after in the Knickerbocker Magazine of February, 1849, over the signature" John MacGrom." The piece is the best extant imaginative description of the Revolutionary soldier, with his quaint garb covering a grim determination. McMaster died at Bath, N. Y., in September, 1887.1 CARMEN BELLICOSUM. In their ragged regimentals, Yielding not, When the Grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging 1 I am indebted for these facts to a notice in the New York Critic, vol. viii., p. 203 (erroneously given vol. xi., in Poole's Index), including extracts from a letter by Mr. E. C. Stedman. Cannon-shot; When the files Of the isles, From the smoky night encampment, Unicorn, And grummer, grummer, grummer, Then with eyes to the front all, And the balls whistled deadly, Blazed the fires; As the roar On the shore, Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres Of the plain : And louder, louder, louder, Now like smiths at their forges And the "villainous saltpetre Rang a fierce discordant metre Round their ears; As the swift Storm-drift, |