COPYRIGHT, 1882.

BY GEORGE M. BAKER.

CONTENTS.

The Cataract of Lodore. Robert Southey
A Glimpse of Death. From A Tight Squeeze
Reflections on the Needle. Cormac O'Leary.
The Red O'Neil. Thos. S. Collier

Virginny! S. N. Cook

Convent Robbing. Robert Buchanan.

Magnificent Poverty. Victor Hugo

O'thello. Harper's Magazine .

Washee, Washee. Joaquin Miller

Last Upon the Roll. Hugh M. McDermott

A Second Review of the Grand Army. Bret Harte
Going Towards Sundown. Hattie E. Buell.

"Treadwater Jim." "Old Si," in Jacksonville Times
Yawcob Strauss. C. F. Adams

Leedle Yawcob Strauss - What He Says. Arthur Dakin

The Closing Scene. T. Buchanan Read
Drifted Out to Sea. Rose Hartwick Thorpe

The Old Man Goes to Town. J. G. Swinnerton

The Charge at Valley Maloy

The Countersign was "Mary." Margaret Eytinge

Pat's Bondsman. Lilian A. Moulton.

The Child's Evening Prayer. Mary A. Denison

Abraham Lincoln and the Poor Woman

The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story. Harris

The Captain's Tale. From A Summer in the Azores

Speculation

A Clear Bargain

Garibaldi and His Companions. Thomas Russell

Pericles to the People. Kellogg

Roland Gray

The Silver Cup

THE READING-CLUB.

THE CATARACT OF LODORE.

"How does the water come down at Lodore?"
My little boy asked me thus, once on a time;
And, moreover, he tasked me to tell him in rhyme.
Anon at the word, there first came one daughter,

And then came another, to second and third

The request of their brother, and to hear how the water Comes down to Lodore, with its rush and its roar,

As many a time they had seen it before.

So I told them in rhyme, for of rhymes I had store;

And 'twas in my vocation for their recreation

That so I should sing; because I was laureate to them and the king.

From its sources which well in the tarn on the Fell;
From its fountains in the mountains,

Its rills and its gills, through moss and through brake,
It runs and it creeps for a while, till it sleeps
In its own little lake. And thence at departing,
Awaking and starting, it runs through the reeds,
And away it proceeds, through meadow and glade,
In sun and in shade, and through the wood shelter,
Among crags in its flurry, helter-skelter,
Hurry-skurry. Here it comes sparkling,

And there it lies darkling; now smoking and frothing
Its tumult and wrath in, till in this rapid race
On which it is bent, it reaches the place

Of its steep descent.

The cataract strong then plunges along,
Striking and raging as if a war waging

Its caverns and rocks among; rising and leaping,
Sinking and creeping, swelling and sweeping,
Showering and springing, flying and flinging,
Writhing and ringing, eddying and whisking,
Spouting and frisking, turning and twisting,
Around and around with endless rebound;
Smiting and fighting, a sight to delight in;
Confounding, astounding, dizzying and deafening
The ear with its sound.

Collecting, projecting, receding and speeding,
And shocking and rocking, and darting and parting,
And threading and spreading, and whizzing and hissing,
And dripping and skipping, and hitting and splitting,
And shining and twining, and rattling and battling,
And shaking and quaking, and pouring and roaring,
And waving and raving, and tossing and crossing,
And flowing and going, and running and stunning,
And foaming and roaming, and dinning and spinning,
And dropping and hopping, and working and jerking,
And guggling and struggling, and heaving and cleaving,
And moaning and groaning;

And glittering and flittering, and gathering and feathering,
And whitening and brightening, and quivering and shiv-

ing,

And hurrying and skurrying, and thundering and floundering;

Dividing and gliding and sliding,

And falling and brawling and sprawling,
And driving and riving and striving,
And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,
And sounding and bounding and rounding,
And bubbling and troubling and doubling,
And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,
And clattering and battering and shattering;

Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,

And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,