M MRS. JOHN CRAWFORD. RS. JOHN CRAWFORD was born near Syracuse, N. Y. She is of German descent, her | maiden name being Quackenbush. At an early age her family moved to Canada, and for several years resided at Consecon, Ont., where the subject of this sketch attended grammar school. Quick to learn, at the age of twelve she stood at the head of her classes, but had never written a composition. Gifted with an active and retentive memory, each bit of poetry perused, the air and words of each song once heard, were remembered, and when but a child she recited at one time the whole of Goldsmith's "Deserted Village." She lived in Michigan for some time, and while there she was engaged in teaching. It was at this time that she commenced to contribute to the literary press. In 1868 she returned to Canada, locating at Newtonville, Ont. Writing for various Canadian and American newspapers was here a pleasant pastime. In 1870 she married John Crawford, of Clarke, Mich. For a few years her literary efforts were rather desultory, owing to domestic cares. She has two children, a boy and girl. Three years ago an entire summer's illness afforded leisure for literary work, and since that time more or less writing for the press has been indulged in, but always under the assumed title, "Maude Moore." A quantity of fiction has been written. BUT YESTERDAY. "T WAS long ago! No, no, Love, 't was but yesterday! And yet, so far away it seems, W. R. C. So dimly comes to me in dreams, That ages might have come and gone Since last you left me here, alone! You loved me, then? Love, 't was but yesterday! Loved? Now you love no more! Hark! Hear the lake's loud roar! 'Tis the surf madly beating The rocks, and then retreating. Do the rocks yield? Ah, never! Rocks are but rocks, forever! Dost seek to wound? Love, 't was but yesterday, And though I beat and beat against the rocks, Love, 't was but yesterday You held me in strong, loving arms, Not yet! Love, 't was but yesterday, So sweet the dreams yet hold, You wooed me and you won me! Vain regret! THE SAILOR'S WIFE. BY-LOW, my baby, by-low-by! How gaily it rides on the glassy waves Sleep soft, my bird, within your nest, Be gay, my baby, brave and gay! By-low, my baby! Hush, my child! Hear'st thou the wind's loud, angry roar? Sleep sweet, my bird, while clouds droop low, And requiem winds wail sad and low. Awake, my baby! Lift thy head JOHN BRAYSHAW KAYE. IN A LILY'S CUP. 227 A LONG, green stem creeps out from the brown earth, And broad leaves, coarsely veined, come with its . birth; But at its topmost end a sheath of white I'll read you there a rhyme this dreary day, JOHN BRAYSHAW KAYE. JOHN BRAYSHAW KAYE was born in York JOHN shire, England, June 10, 1841, the fourth son of a family of fourteen children, all yet living. He came to America with his parents in 1842, landing at Baltimore, Md. The family afterward moved to Pennsylvania, and went west in 1848, settling on a farm near Lake Geneva, Wis. There he passed the years of his youth. There his mind appeared to receive remarkable impressions from the witchery and beauty of the lake, and the splendid scenery which formed part of its associations. To him it was a rich source of physical and mental recreation. He received his education in the common and high schools of his native county. He Hear how the mad, weird March winds rave and went to Nevada in 1863, crossing the plains in roar! See the surf beating on the rock-crowned shore! Its white walls of pure influence close you round. You have felt pain, and who that lives has not? Look from your window, where your lilies bloom, And prompts the tear that from its eyelids start; That to the lily never entered in. The world is sinful, you may say; and yet a wagon, arriving at Virginia City, and for a time was employed in the famous Ophir mine on the Comstock Lode. After four years of varied experiences, when, as it might be said, every man carried his bed on his back, he returned to his home. In 1869 he again went to Nevada, the attraction being the White Pine silver mining excitement of that period. After two years, satisfied with six years of roughing it, he returned to Wisconsin and commenced reading law with the Hon. John A. Smith, of Lake Geneva. Prior to this he had studied law in his hours of leisure. In 1872 he married and removed to Decorah, Iowa, and was admitted to the bar. Shortly after this he moved to Calmar, Iowa, and engaged in the usual practice of his profession. He was mayor of Calmar one or two years, and recorder many years. In 1886 he was elected county attorney, and was re-elected in 1888. As a lawyer he is as remarkable for his honesty as for his ability. His position, once taken, is held; there is no retreat, no compromise. His first book was published in 1874, and was called "Facts and Fancies." His second collection was entitled "Songs of Lake Geneva," He has in preparation two volumes, which will be published at an early day. F. L. G. THE HUMMING-BIRD. Sing like the harp of .Eolus, Hum out each murmuring note With a charm having power to control us, As we watch thee suspended afloat. |