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CHARLES W. HILLS. BORN: MAYFIELD, OHIO, JULY 30, 1840. MANY of the poems of Mr. Hills have appeared in the New Eclectic Magazine, and have been very favorably received by press and
One trod the sands with me.
Were swift to run in pathways dim?
The plodder, what of him?
The bolder delves with willing hands;
One cowers amid the sands.
And spirit darkling swift to chide:
THEY CAME NO MORE.
The sloping beams of early suns
Hard by, a tranquil river runs,
And storm bad blackened roof and walls,
A maid abode within those halls, In woman's dreamy wooing-time. The maiden's birth was half divine:
Her sire had walked among the stars;
The king, long heir of names and wars,
To whom this thing was told,
And some in shining gold,
To breathe the olden story;
Shall dawn an added glory."
Made answer as the wooers came,-
Of new renown or ancient fame."
Withdrew with humbled pride;
To seek a willing bride.
No footfall breaks the snow,
Returns to woo.
The faded damsel rules her own,
The baffled warder sits alone.
Unbar the door;
CHARLES W. HILLS. public. Mr. Hills is now a resident of Washington, D. C., where he is well known and highly respected as a scholar and a gentleman.
The sculptor's marble forms belong;
Is but embodied song.
The stricken bird in act to drop,
But shattered at the top,
The pillar wound with sombre crape,
And dirges turned to shape.
But art arrests a truant tone
And turns it into stone.
BROTHERS. I walked abroad at eventide,
With brothers twain, to view the sea: One climbed the cliffs with haughty stride,
LOCAL AND NATIONAL POETS OF AMERICA.
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.
BORN: GREENFIELD, IND., 1854. MR. RILEY in his youth led rather a wandering life – traveling from place to place as a sign writer, sometimes simulating blindness in order to attract custom. He thus acquired a knowledge of men. For some time he performed in a theatrical troupe. In 1875 he began to contribute to the local papers verses in the
Vendor of Bohemia's wares!
Well, I've made the dealer say
Hear my poem, Kate, my dear.
Lodgers in a musty flat
Like a nest beneath the leaves,
We'll be bappy, Kate, my dear!
At your easel, with a stain
With my feet thrown up at will
As your laughter, Kate, my dear. Puff my pipe, and stroke my hair –
Bite my pencil-tip and gaze
Equal inspiration in
of your paintings, Kate, my dear! Trying! Yes, at times it is,
To clink happy rhymes, and fling
When your jersey " rips in spots,
It is trying, Kate, my dear!
And — sometimes — the poetry -
How we revel then in scenes
Pint of sherry, Kate, my dear!
With this great round world of gold?«Talking wild?" Perhaps I am Then, this little five-year-old!
Call it anything you will,
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. western dialect, which he found more popular than serious poetry. He afterward found regular employment on the Indianapolis Journal, and in that newspaper many of his poems have appeared from time to time. The collected works of James Whitcomb Riley are Old Swimmin' Hole and 'Leven More Poems, Boss Girl and Other Sketches, and in 1887 appeared Afterwhiles, and Character Sketches and Poems. The narrative of his poems and sketches are connected with prose, thus making them stand out more boldly, and also giving more life thereto.
The name of James Whitcomb Riley as a great poet has become especially prominent the last few years, his poems having been extensively quoted from, in the journalistic press throughout the country; and in consequence, his works have met with great success.
ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE.
BORN: MENDHAM, N. J., MAY 10, 1818. MR Coxe has devoted his life to christianity, and is now Second Bishop of western New York, a position he has held since 1865. This gentleman has made various valuat le contributions to theological iearning, biblical criticism, and church literature. He published several volumes of poems before receiving ordination. In 1877 appeared the well known poem The Ladye Chase. Christian Ballads, bis best known volume of poems, appeared in 1845, and became so popular that it was reprinted in England in 1850.
EDITH MATILDA THOMAS.
BORN: CHATHAM, OHIO, Aug. 12, 1854. Edith was educated at the Geneva normal institute of her native state. She has contributed largely to periodicals, and has published in book form A New Year's Masque and Other Poems, The Round Year in 1886, and in 1887 Lyrics and Sonnets.
MARY AND SALOME.
GARDENER. Daughters of Jerusalem, Yes, 'tis here we planted them: "Twas a Rose all red with gore, Wondrous were the thorns it bore! 'Twas a body swathed in white, Ne'er was Lily half so bright.
THE FOUNTAINS OF THE RAIN. The merchant clouds that cruise the sultry sky, As soon as they have spent their freight of rain Plot how the cooling thrift they may regain; All night along the river-marsh they lie, And at their ghostly looms swift shuttles ply To weave them nets wherewith the streams to
drain; And often in the sea they cast a seine, And draw it dripping, past some headland high. Many a slender naiad with a sigh, Is in their arms uptaken from the plain; The trembling myrmidons of dew remain No longer than the flash of morning's eye, Then back unto their misty fountains fly:This is the source and journey of the rain.
Yes, my name is Magdalene:
HOMESICK. This were a miracle, if it could be! Jf, never loitering since the prime of day, Since kissing the cool lips of Northern May, This drowsy wind, at evening, brought to me The fragrant spirit of the apple-tree; Or, if so far sweet sounds could make their way, That I should hear the robin's twilight lay Float o'er a thousand leagues of foamy sea! Now, save I know those eyes exchange no
beams With yonder star (so curves the earth between,, I'd say: My friend doth fnom his casement
lean, And charge Canopus, by his pilot-gleams, To bear love to my port, and lovely dreams Of homeward slopes new-clothed with summer