assisted his father in removing the encampment to Lynn. Deceived by hope, and pressed by business cares, Clifford went home August 24, and the father and his wife five days later, expecting to return soon. Mrs. Lanier's own words, as written in the brief annals' of his life furnished me, will tell the end: 'We are left alone (August 29) with one another. On the last night of the summer comes a change. His love and immortal will hold off the destroyer of our summer yet one more week, until the forenoon of September 7, and then falls the frost, and that unfaltering will renders its supreme submission to the adored will of God."" This was a life ideal in its simplicity, serenity, and purity, and inspiring in its heroic endeavor, lofty aspiration, and Christian faith. No mantle of charity had to be thrown over anything that Sidney Lanier ever said or did. And it is pleasing to know that as he lay

awake in the weary watches of the night beautiful thoughts and poetic fancies were his blessed companions. By the kind permission of Mrs. Lanier I am permitted to give just here one of these- -a little poem that has never been published before—“written in Camp Robin,' on the mountain side near Asheville, summer of 1881:

I was the earliest bird awake,

It was awhile before dawn, I believe,
But somehow I saw round the world,
And the eastern mountain top did not
hinder me.

And I knew of the dawn by my heart, not by mine eyes.

After his heart was forever gladdened by a more glorious dawn the body was taken back to Baltimore and laid away in the Greenmount cemetery. In October the Faculty and students of Johns Hopkins University held a memorial service, but it would seem that only a few at that time were more than dimly

any

conscious of their great loss. At rate within a very few years, on February 3, 1888, a much larger and more appreciative gathering, drawn from many places, assembled in the same university to witness the unveiling and presentation of his bust, and to pay distinguished honor to his memory in addresses, in papers of critical appreciation, in readings from his poems, in poetical tributes and letters from leading American writers -all of which President Gilman published as a "Memorial of Sidney Lanier." For in this short time his two chief productions had appeared "The English Novel," in 1883, and the "Poems," edited by his wife, in 1884. The latter was also accompanied by a "Memorial," written by Dr. William Hayes Ward, which has been of no little service in calling attention to the poet's manly struggle, beautiful life, and high achievement. And now that his life and his life work had been present

ed with at least partial completeness not a few finer minds and nobler natures were instinctively attracted to both, and many other articles, reviews and studies, have followed in quick succession. Of those in England one in the Spectator is deserving of special mention. A replica of the bust presented to the Johns Hopkins University, both gifts of his kinsman, Mr. Charles Lanier, was unveiled at the poet's birthplace October 17, 1890, and since 1895 "Select Poems of Sidney Lanier," a neat little volume carefully edited with introduction, notes, and bibliography, by Prof. Morgan Callaway, Jr., PhD., of the University of Texas, has greatly facilitated acquaintance with some of his finer poems. The Chautauquans, too, of the class of 1898 have called themselves "The Laniers," in honor of the poet and his brother, and there are many other indications of an increasing interest in his life and in his

writings. This interest will doubtless be still more widely extended when the complete story is given to the world; for we have here the promise of a rich and interesting biography, and it is gratifying to learn that there is ample material for it— in the way of letters to and from friends, those to his wife being considered by some who have seen or heard them "superior to Shelley's," pencil jottings in notebooks, on billheads, on envelopes, on any bit of paper at hand, copious memoranda for poems, notes for lectures, besides the abundant revelations of himself in his writings. And no one is so worthily fitted or properly prepared for this undertaking as the poet's wife, for, as Miss Mary E. Burt has aptly said,

Mrs. Lanier carries the poetic atmosphere, the ideal way of looking at things, the uplift of great association and rare good breeding not "teased by small mixt social claims," wherever she goes. No