TIME'S VISION

BY NORREYS JEPHSON O'CONOR

E drifted away in the distance,
Through the cold September rain;

You in the carriage for New Ross,
And I in the Kerry train.

Sad was the heart in my bosom,
More sad than the desolate day,
When Nature seemed sharing the sorrow
I had for your going away.

Gaunt were the trees at the castle

(The lime-trees that shadow the drive), With a glimpse of sky through the branches And leaves that yet lingered alive.

You have gone from the place where I knew you, The ocean must keep us apart;

But the sight of you lingers forever

In the shrine I have made of my heart,

While Time goes steadily reaping,

And binding the sheaves of the yearsBinding with bands of pleasure

The harvest we watered with tears.

Yet swift is the passing of seasons,
And soon will the new summer be,
When you come over the channel,
And I come over the sea.

And Love will then grant us a vision
Of joy above sorrow and tears;

And God will look down from His heaven,
And Time cease reaping the years.

of child educa

may be remembered, was captain of his

NEW and better ideas oing their way. college nine, shows a profound know

Nearly every one now acknowledges that the school-room should be primarily a place of entertainment, that the true voIcation of the teacher is to amuse in an instructive manner, and that study is really a scientific form of play. Also, it is quite generally admitted that methods which in volve mental effort on the part of the child are not to be tolerated.

ledge of base-ball. Indeed, it is on account of his ability as athletic coach that he holds his position of instructor in French at the Crampton Academy for boys.

The following extract gives an inkling of the rare pedagogical value of the book:

men

on

Dans le dixième point, avec deux In the tenth period, with two hommes sur bases et un sorti, Harburg bases and one out, Harburg Alors Bill le Rosseur ramassa Then Bill the Walloper picked up sa chauve-souris et marcha à grands pas

fanned.

So much progress has already been made. But now there has just appeared a book which bids fair to carry the educational advance as far ahead again. This book, entitled "A Base-ball Primer of éventa. French," substitutes for the conventional pedantry of conjugations, syntax, etc., a vivid account in French of an imaginary world's series. Any boy who studies it will understand it instinctively; for if the foreign text prove obscure, he has only to read the English translation underneath.

The author, Frank Scrimmel,-who, it

his

à l'assiette. Hank Harrigan, vrai à ses to the plate. Hank Harrigan,. true to his lauriers de plus grand vivant tournoyeur laurels as the greatest living southpaw 953

descendit avec son bras et vola la deuxième voiturant de la ligne de côté, lui criait,

un bal saliveux: frappe deux. Puis, vin- débarqua là-dessus carrément, le menant

a

Then came

landed

on it

far

squarely, driving it Le comte était par-dessus la tête de l'arrête-court, loin the short-stop's head, dans le champ gauche. C'était un oiseau It was a bird

spit-ball: strike two. rent encore deux bals. two more balls. The count was maintenant trois à deux, et les éventails three to two, and the fans s'asseyaient sans haleine.

now

into

over

left field.

d'une frappe. Dugan entailla, et puis
Dugan scored, and then
Bill, gaiement circlant les sacs, glissa sauf
Bill, gaily circling the bags, slid safe
chez soi, pendant que les blanchisseurs
home,
allaient sauvages.
wild.

would have

went

as

the

bleachers

"OH, come with mid the little boy, I am a backward child."

H, come with me," cried the forward girl, "and try the world so wild!"

Unsuspected by the customs, to myself my sin is bared:
Think of all the foreign notions that I have not yet "declared"!

ARTIST: "You had to turn my draw- THE VULTURE: "I say, old man, I

ing down?"

ART EDITOR: "Yes, it's too bad!"

wish you 'd give me the name of your hair-tonic."