Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.

pervade the volume throughout , makes one regard the author as a worthy man and Mason , for such I am sure he is . Jlere is a simple extract from one of the siveet English poems Avith foreign titles : —

" HOAV many , a Avither'd heart is stirr'd By the memory of past years ; How often does some casual word Soothe present cares and fears ; For no longer toiling all alone We are companied again With those we once could call our

OATOFair women , kindly men ! The trusty mate is laughing still , The little child demure , The bright dear face , the tender will , The heart so brave and pure . ' The silvery voice is speaking In accents soft and low , And love seems once more seeking The bowers of' Long Ago . '"

And again , in the same poem ( " Tiemp Passati , " as he calls it ) : — " Oh ! what would Ave noAv give once more To greet some much-loved face ; To treasure again that precious store Of tenderness and grace ; To grasp once more that clinging hand , To listen to that voice , Which , like as in a fairy land , Could bid our hopes rejoice . "

Aud again : —¦ " Then let us cherish that long array Of years that are pass'd and gone ; AVe seem to greet them again to day As old friends one by one ; For they take us back to a happier hour

, To forms and faces dear , And Ave seem to be plucking the odorous flow ' rs In the springtime of the year .

We turn to our work and cares again With a calm and radiant broAv , We are not alone in the midst of men , Nor deserted even now ; No , ours is the dream of a brighter past , Of dear friends , fair days of yore , And we hope to meet again at last , And meet to piart no more . "

In " Ad Euphrosynen" Ave have : — How many changes have there been , How many a sad and cbeqner'd scene ,

Since I heard that song you so often sung , In the days when you and I were young . " In " Sis Faustus Felix " : — " How joyous still is youth , How rapid its advance ,

HOAV pleasant are its merry Avays , How true its guileless g lance ; Aud tho' young folks will often doubt this very certain truth , HOAV many would exchange their wealth for one glad hour of youth ?"

In the poem entitled "Masks" ( quite refreshing to find au English title for one of his truely English p ieces ) he sings : — " We all wear masks upon our faces , And few of us can truly tell What are really earthly feelings :

AVe all can act and feign so well . Sometimes in that idle laughter Which greets us Avith its echoing shout , There ' s but the witness of a sorroAv ¦ The jester never lives without ; Sometimes Avhen we seem most merry , And look the most devoid of care , We could sit us down and Aveep , For the heartache we must bear . "

In " Vitse Confessio" ( another foreign title !) - . — " How sad these slaveries of life Which deaden , and debase , And bind so close to earth and time Our weak and wayAvard race !"

And again , in the same poem : — " Oh , yes ! Avhate ' er a worldly lore May make us trust to-day , There ' s not a joy this earth can give Like those it takes away . "

In " Aspiratio Poet « " he sings : — " Yes , Ave AVIIO noAv are often Avondering At things in Avhich Ave bear a part , Yet hardly fathom , let ' s remember How wond ' rous is the human heart .

Oh ! let us cling to those emotions Which bind us closer to our Kin ; Which serve to link our outAvard strivings With true and loviug souls within ^ Thus heart to heart , and soul to soul , ^ Let's brave the wave of earthly strife Thus in dear and loving union _ Let's wage the battle-storm oflife !