years after he wrote in his journal: "The glimmer of the golden leaves in the sunshine; the lilac hedge shot with the crimson creeper; the river writing its S in the meadow; everything without full of loveliness. But within me the hunger, the famine of the heart!" He was much cheered in his sadness by his children and by his loved friends. He tells us of three of these, Sumner, Felton, and Agassiz, who had "gone before," in his beautiful sonnet, Three Friends of Mine:

I also wait; but they will come no more,
Those friends of mine, whose presence satisfied
The thirst and hunger of my heart. Ah me!
They have forgotten the pathway to my door!
Something is gone from nature since they died,
And summer is not summer, nor can be.

Of Sumner, that dearest of all friends, he wrote:

Good night! good night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays

To cover up the embers that still burn.

On his seventy-second birthday, the children of Cambridge, who all loved him and often visited him in his home, made him a present of a large arm chair made from the branches of the "spreading chestnut tree." It was ebonized, or blackened, and carved all over with horse-chestnut leaves, blossoms and burrs. The seat and arms had cushions of green leather, and around the seat were the words, in raised letters,

And children coming home from school,
Look in at the open door,

And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from the threshing floor.

Mr. Longfellow was so pleased with the gift that he at once wrote a poem about it, in which he asks:

Am I a king that I should call my own

This splendid ebon throne?

The heart hath its own memory, like the mind,
And in it are enshrined

The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought
The giver's loving thought.

Father Time dealt kindly with Longfellow. He lived longer than the allotted three score years and ten, but his heart remained young and he sang sweetly to the last. His last poem, The Bells of San Blas, with its closing words so full of hope and cheer and full reward, were eminently fitting to be the last words of the sweet, gentle singer who had brought so much sunshine and music into earthly homes:

Out of the shadows of night,

The world rolls into light;

It is daybreak everywhere.

One week later, March 24, 1882, the poet passed from earth like "the ceasing of exquisite music," having fully realized the prayer breathed for him by his loved friend, James Russell Lowell:

Long days be his, and each as lusty-sweet

As gracious natures find his song to be;

May Age steal on with softly-cadenced feet
Falling in music, as for him were meet

Whose choicest verse is harsher-toned than he!

Funeral services were conducted by his brother, Samuel Longfellow, on March 26, in the presence of many dear friends, among whom being Emerson, Holmes, Lowell, Whittier and many other noted persons. The body was borne to Mt. Auburn and lovingly laid to rest beside the loved wife whom he had mourned for over twenty years. After the burial memorial services were held in Appleton Chapel. Two years later a bust of Longfellow was placed in the Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey beside the grave of Chaucer, the Father of English Poetry.

Longfellow "was of medium height, well made, with no sign of age in figure or walk. His head and face were eminently poetic, his forehead broad and full. The great charm of his face centered in his eyes; of an unclouded blue, deep set, under overhanging brows, they had an indescribable expression of thought and tenderness. Though seamed with many wrinkles, his face was rarely without the rosy hue of health, and appeared that of a much younger man, but for its frame of snow-white hair. Hair and whiskers were long, abundant, and wavy, and gave the poet the look of a patriarch.”

MEMORY GEMS FROM LONGFELLOW.

(Pupils should learn a gem each day. They should be encouraged to search for them. Have the pupils find the following

quotations in Longfellow's writings.)

"Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,

And departing, leave behind us
Foot-prints on the sands of time.'

"Out of shadows of night

The world rolls into light;

It is day-break everywhere."

"Not in the clamor of the crowded street,

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves are triumph and defeat."

"God is still God, and

His faith shall not fail us;

Christ is eternal."

"For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter

Of the Eternal's language; on earth it is called
Forgiveness."

"Each man's chimney is his Golden Milestone;

Is the central point from which he measures every dis

tance

Through the gateways of the world around him."

"Love is sunshine, hate is shadow."

"Let nothing disturb thee,
Nothing affright thee;

All things are passing,

God never changeth.'

"Oh fear not in a world like this
And thou shalt know ere long,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong."

"Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,
Whene'er is spoke a noble thought,
Our hearts in glad surprise

To higher levels rise."

(Note that these quotations form a Longfellow Acrostic. They may be used in connection with a Longfellow Program which it would be well to give after the class have completed the study of the poet. Copies of the Program should be written on the backs of Longfellow's pictures (Perry Picture) and distributed as souvenirs.)

A PARTIAL LIST OF LONGFELLOW'S WORKS FOR REFERENCE.

1. Longfellow's poetical fame began with the publication of Voices of the Night. This little volume contained