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We quoted a short time ago the story about them an element of probability, of a clergyman who left his sermon but we fail to see what purpose is at his manse and set the congregation served by dishing up such stories as to work on the hundred and nineteenth the following of a clergyman whose psalm while he galloped off to fetch dog emulated the achievements of it. Inquiring how they were progress- Newton's "Fido" and tore and deing on his return, “They've got to the voured some leaves of his master's sereend of the eighty-fourth verse," he was mon. The parson had to take duty for informed, "an they're just cheepin' a neighbor, and fearing lest his mulike wee mice.” Mr. Ditchfield has an tilated sermon should have appeared equally good anecdote of a parish clerk too short, be consulted the clerk. "Was who was secretary to the races com- my sermon too long, to-day?" he asked. mittee and was wont to hurry out of "Nay," was the reply. “Then was it church to attend their meetings. This too short?” “Nay, you was jist about came to the knowledge of the rector right." Much relieved, the parson conand he prepared a very lengthy ser fided to the clerk the story of the dog's mon, to be delivered on a day on which misdemeanors. The clerk scratched the committee met. The first half-hour his face solemnly, and then: "Ah, maispassed, then the clerk began to get ter," he said, "our parson be a grade restless. Another half-hour went by sight too long to plaise we. Would you and the clerk looked up anxiously; but just gie him a pup?" The story is obthe rector was "getting set." At last, viously an invention, and it is not even finding that it was too late to attend "a fond thing vainly invented.” Jolly the meeting, our worthy aquabajalus Absolon, in the course of many hunresigned himself to the inevitable. The dred years of activity, surely could sermon over, he rose with a broad have provided sufficient matter for an sinile on his face and gave out: “The interestiug book. It was scarcely fair ’undred and nineteenth Psalm from of Mr. Ditchfield to label the volume yend to yend. He's preached all day before us “The Parish Clerk." It is and we'll sing all neet."
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And the dolly-men in card-houses
dream, Whate'er she whispers them--that
MAY IN THE MEADOW Morning and May in the meadow! Whirring of wings in the wood! Thronging of tall tree shadows
In wildest, wantonest mood Athwart the sun-kissed pathways!
Shadows that sweep them away! And big brown bees, loud buzzing,
Whose work is to worship the day!
Whirring of wings overhead,
Florence M. Bradford.
But, oh! 'tis comfort from dusk to
dawn, All dread's dispersed by the breath
of her, So light, that over the dewy lawn Daffodils quiver, but no birds stir.
THE BIG 'ROOS' FEEDING
In the heart of the timbered country, FOR DARK-FEAR.
where the boles of the trees show This moonlit garden looms so strange
white, That under the half-transparent Where long leaves flicker above the dark
grass in the hush of a moonless All forms of things familiar charge
night, To toy-shapes from some huge Where the mitchell grass grows rank Noah's Ark.
and lush, and the sweetest herbs
are found, The trees stand flat as of paper made, Lies the grassy sweep of the promised And through pin-pricked holes in a
land, and the big 'roos'' feedingpainted screen,
ground. With a match behind and the room in
They steal thro' the red-gum ranges, shade, The street lamps flicker and dance
and they fly past the splitters between.
They cross down by the shallow crossFor if with finger and thumb you
ing, and they circle the quaking went
swamp. To that spire cut from a picture.
And they stand for a inoment, front
paws raised, bright brown eyes book,
glancing round, Or that thin-edged castle battlement,
Then off again, with a thudding tail, They'd tear, I know, by their brittle
go the 'roos to their feedinglook.
ground. Aul small in great distance-I des
And the men from the Survey hear clare
them, as they beat past the low The valley's naught but a saucerful
white tent, (A wide-lipped saucer in greenish
And the pigeons wake in the iron ware)
bark, where the great dark Of mist, thin-shredded, like cotton
boughs are bent, wool.
And ere the peak of the topmost hill
by the eye of the dawn is found, And the Spirit of Sleep is a little child, They will take their fill of the grass A drowsy child that holds its hands
and shrub in the big 'roos' feed('lasps the world, and is reconciled
ing-ground. And, dreaming. murmur's of fairy *
M. Forrest, lands,
1 Roos kangaroos,
IS LITERATURE DYING ?
To say that the age of literature was spiritual element in man has decayed. dead would be to parody Burke, and Suppose that a miracle happened and to caricature the truth. Yet it must that another Shakespeare arose tostrike the most superficial observer morrow. Is it certain that he would that great writers disappear and leave not be recognized for what he was? no worthy successors behind them. If In the history of English literature the this were merely an accident, it would reign of Anne is often coupled with hardly be worth considering. Just be the later years of Elizabeth for literfore Spenser, and not long before ary renown, although the opening of Shakespeare, began to write, Sir Philip the eighteenth century was materialSidney lamented the decease of poetry, istic enough. There was not much as if it were final. But I suppose no romance in Swift and Pope, or even one will deny that the twentieth cen- in Addison and Steele. There was, to tury, so far as it has gone, is in the be sure, no vulgarity. Bigness was old sense of words unimaginative, pre- not mistaken for greatness. There ferring facts to fancies, and exalting was no sensual idolatry of mere size. substance over form. Of course, I do Perhaps there is not room in the same not mean or wish to suggest that lit world for the German Emperor and a erature is mere style, though even so man of genius. That singular missionexquisite a critic as Matthew Arnold ary of empire seems to crush sentiseems to have fallen into that paradox ment with his mailed fist as Hercules when he glorified Bolingbroke. The strangled serpents in his cradle. He Elizabethan age, like the Augustan, is the Philistine incarnate, and the Sowas teeming with thought and splen- cialists had no David to send against did in action. As anger makes verse. him. Impervious to ridicule, and blind and rage supplies arms, so ideas will to notions, he stands for the crassness find expression for themselves, while of unidealized prosperity. no mastery of expression can fill the The eighteenth century has been place of ideas. The decline of litera- called the age of reason, and reason ture cannot be due to any want of saved it. The greatest Bishop of the verbal clothing. It must be connected English Church (for Berkeley was of with some phase, permanent or the Irish) said boldly that by reason ephemeral, of the human mind. Ma alone could man judge even of revelaterialism is a good, mouth-filling word, tion itself. Whether reason was deupon which any one in search of an stroyed by the Christian revelation, or explanation may seize. What, it by tbe French Revolution, or whether might be asked, can you expect of a it still lurks in the recesses of obscure generation which speaks of the Brit- minds, no one would now call it a ish flag as an "asset"? Who would formidable enemy either to literature now reject even a small portion of the or to anything else. Laudatur etalget. world for fear of losing his own soul? At least the second verb is appropriate. But we must not confound the mag. Ours is not the intellectual materialnitude of wealth with the worship ofism of Hume and Gibbon. It is the it. Because there are more million repudiation of other than material aires than there ever have been be tests, the cult of the obvious, the defore, we must not assume that the mand for large profits and quick re