A NEW YEAR'S THOUGHT

ET once again in wintry ways

YET

The grey world rolls its tale of days; And though its breast be chill and frore, Still holds the songs of Spring in store, The Autumn rains, the Summer blaze.

Season to season, phase to phase
Succeed, and pass: what seems a maze
Is but Life's ordered course gone o'er
Yet once again.

So, through this drear December haze,
We, fearless, turn our forward gaze,

As those who know, from days before, What has been once will be once more,— Good Hap or ill, and Blame, and Praise, Yet once again!

1906.

RICHARD GARNETT

"Sit tibi terra levis !"

F him, we may say justly-Here was one
Who knew of most things more than any
other;

Who loved all learning underneath the sun,
And looked on every learner as a brother.

Nor was this all. For those who knew him knew Though far and wide his lore's domain extended

It held its quiet Poet's Corner too,

Where Mirth and Song and Irony were blended.

1906.

THE PASSIONATE PRINTER TO HIS LOVE

(Whose name is Amanda.)

With Apologies to the Shade of Christopher Marlowe,

'OME live with me and be my Dear;

COM

And till that happy bond shall lapse,

I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,1

Your Praises in the largest CAPS.

There's Diamond-'tis for your Eyes;
There's Ruby-that will match your Lips;
Pearl, for your Teeth; and Minion-size
To suit your dainty Finger-tips.

In Nonpareil I'll put your Face;
In Rubric shall your Blushes rise;
There is no Bourgeois in your Case;
Your Form can never need "Revise."

Your Cheek seems 66

Ready for the Press";

Your Laugh as Clarendon is clear;

There's more distinction in your Dress

Than in the oldest Elzevir.

1" Pronounced Bre-veer" (Printers' Vocabulary).

So with me live, and with me die;

And may no "FINIS" e'er intrude To break into mere "Printers' Pie" The Type of our Beatitude!

(ERRATUM.—If my suit you flout,

And choose some happier Youth to wed, "Tis but to cross AMANDA out,

And read another name instead.)

1906.

AMANDUS TYPOGRAPHICUS.

AN EPISTLE TO AN EDITOR

"Jamais les arbres verts n'ont essayé d'être bleus." -THEOPHILE GAUTIER,

"A

NEW Review!" You make me tremble
(Though as to that, I can dissemble

Till I hear more). But is it "new" ?
And will it be a real Review ?—
I mean, a Court in which the scales
Weigh equally both him that fails,
And him that hits the mark ?—a place
Where the accus'd can plead his case,
If wrong'd? All this I need to know
Before I (arrogant!) say "Go."

"We, that are very old" (the phrase
IS STEELE'S, not mine!), in former days,
Have seen so many ""
new Reviews"

Arise, arraign, absolve, abuse ;-

Proclaim their mission to the top

(Where there's still room!), then slowly drop, Sink down, fade out, and sans preferment,

Depart to their obscure interment ;—

We should be pardon'd if we doubt
That a new venture can hold out.