Shall we build to Affection and Love? Ah, no! they have withered and died, Or fled with the spirit above; His only thought how best himself to please. Friends, brothers and sisters are laid side by As they were children he will tell their age; His city house, his mansion by the sea, side, Yet none have saluted, and none have Alternately his jovial hours engage; replied. Unto Sorrow? The dead cannot grieve; Which compassion itself could relieve. nor fear : So great his wealth it hourly groweth more. A little luck, a little keen address, Peace, peace!" is the watchword-the only Paying the flattery in meats and drinks; one here. Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow? Ah, no! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow: Beneath, the cold dead, and around, the dark stone, Applauding friends he daily entertains, To ease him of himself. Sometimes he thinks If he were poor his friends might love him less. Gray-headed Reginald! he has royal parts Are the signs of a sceptre that none may And in all circles fills an honored seat; disown. HERBERT KNOWLES. ALONE. So Reginald is still a bachelor, Not young, yet youthful, studious of There was no way to 'scape the dart; his ease, No care could guard the lover's heart. Still to be pinioned down to teach Who reads no more than what he teaches. ROBERT GOULD. ROBERT LLOYD W A SCHOOL-USHER. ERE I at once empowered to show To punish with extremest rigor EVENTEEN long years ago, and still The hillock newly heaped I see Oh, traveller wounded in the world's fierce Which hid beneath its heavy chill strife, With none to succor, weary of thy life, Thy friends, thy kindred, all from thee have flown, Thus leaving thee to perish all alone. One who has never died to me, And since the leaves which o'er it wave Have been kept green by raining tears: Strange how the shadow of a grave Could fall across so many years ! Seventeen long years ago! No cross, No urn nor monument, is there, But drooping leaves and starry moss Bend softly in the summer air; Lifting thy soul from earthly scenes to The one I would have died to save heav'n. AMBROSE CURTIS. TOO LATE I STAYED. 100 late I stayed; forgive the crime! Unheeded flew the hours: How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers! Sleeps sweetly, free from griefs and fears: Strange how the shadow of a grave Could fall across so many years! Seventeen long years ago! I see The hand I held so long in vain, The lips I pressed despairingly Because they answered not again; I see again the shining wave Of the dark hair begemmed with tears: Strange how the shadow of a grave Could fall across so many years! Seventeen long years ago! The hand Then fondly clasped still holds my own, Leading me gently to the land Where storm and shadow are unknown; The summons which I gladly crave Will come like music to my ears A DREAM. ELIZABETH AKERS. Raised a head or looked my way; She lingered a moment: she might not stay. How long since I saw that fair pale face! On, on, a moving bridge they made And first there came a bitter laughter; HEARD the dogs howl in the moonlight That every morning, day by day, night; I went to the window to see the sight All the dead that ever I knew Going one by one and two by two. On they passed, and on they passed, Schoolmates marching as when we played Straight and handsome folk, bent and weak too; Some that I loved and gasped to speak to; Some but a day in their churchyard bed; Some that I had not known were dead. A long, long crowd, where each seemed lonely; Yet of them all there was one, one only, I strive to recall if I may. THROUGH THE DARK CONTINENT. MONG other characteristics, | black mud, which they mould into the form the Waguha and Wabujwé of a plate and attach to the back part of are very partial to the arts the head. Their upper teeth are filedof sculpture and turning. "out of regard to custom," they say, and They carve statues in wood, not from any taste for human flesh. When which they set up in their questioned as to whether it was their custom villages. Their house doors to eat of the flesh of people slain in battle, often exhibit carvings re- they were positive in their denial, and prosembling the human face, tested great repugnance to such a diet, though and the trees in the forest they eat the flesh of all animals except that between the two countries of dogs. Simple and dirt-loving as these frequently present specimens poor people were, they were admirable for of their ingenuity in this art. Some have the readiness with which they supplied all also been seen to wear wooden medals whereour wants, voluntarily offering themselves, on a rough caricature of a man's features was moreover, as guides to lead us to Uvinza, the represented. At every village in Ubujwé next country we had to traverse. excellent wooden bowls and basins of a very light wood (Rubiaceae), painted red, are offered for sale. Beyond Kundi our journey lay across chains of hills of a conical or rounded form, which enclosed many basins or valleys. While the Rugumba, or Rubumba, flows north-westerly to the east of Kundi as far as Kizambala, on the Luama River, we were daily, sometimes hourly, fording or crossing the tributaries of the Luama. Adjoining Ubujwé is Uhyeya, inhabited by a tribe who are decidedly a scale lower in humanity than their ingenious neighbors. What little merit they possess seems to have been derived from commerce with the Wabujwé. The Wahyeya are also partial to ochre, black paints and a composition of Uvinza now seems to be nothing more than a name of a small district which occupies a small basin of some few miles square. At a former period it was very populous, as the many ruined villages we passed through proved. The slave-traders, when not manfully resisted, leave broad traces wherever they go. A very long march from Kagongwe, in Uvinza, brought us to the pleasant basin of Uhombo, remarkable for its fertility, its groves of Guinea-palms and its beauty. This basin is about six miles square, but within this space there is scarcely a twoacre plot of level ground to be seen. The whole forms a picture of hilltops, slopes, valleys, hollows and intersecting ridges in happy diversity. Myriads of cool, clear |