REVIEWS. 497 



" Gazing on the western sky, he saw 



A picture, all whose forms were quick with life. 

 Where all was discord, hurrying to and fro, 

 As when two armies strive to gain the field; 

 For, from the outer realms of space there came 

 Gigantic spearsmen, over whom there waved 

 Gay, many-colored banners ; and these flew 

 Hither and thither o'er the starry plain, 

 Pursuing and retreating : others came. 

 And others, till it seemed all Sabaoth 

 Had joined in conflict with the wicked one. 

 And then there was a charge ; banners and spears 

 Faded away, as fades away the reek 

 Above a hamlet on a frosty morn ; 

 And none can tell when he sees last of it. 

 And in a little while there grew an arch. 

 Whose keystone was the zenith of the sky, 

 Like to a rainbow, joining east and west. 

 Beautiful, quivering, fearful, ominous. 

 Drawing the heart of Balaam after it. 

 And this too vanished, vapor-like, away ; 

 And Balaam, though he wanted its return, 

 Waited in vain ; for warriors and spears. 

 And banners, and the fiery flash of hosts 

 Embattled, and the mystic arch, were gone. 

 And came no more." 



" Christus Salvator" is a pleasant Latin acrostic, in short mediaeval 

 hyian measure. " Columba Sibjlla" embodies in fourteen Latin hexa- 

 meters an^epigrammatic play on the name of Christopher Columbus : 

 like Noah's dove, a happy discoverer of land amid a waste of waters. 

 The fourteen concluding pieces, translated from the Greek, Latin and 

 French, are all acceptable in their well-turned lines, as pleasant evidence 

 of scholarship already taking root in our young country. 



The formal restraints of the Sonnet have also been successfully dealt 

 with in " Kings of Men," "Winter Sunshine," " Winter," &c. We 

 select one of these with which to close our illustrations of Mr. Reade's 

 verse. !"It is, if not in part an unconscious echo, at least suggestive of 

 ideas crystalised into sonnet-form by the master-hand of him who for the 

 first time made this little poera the vehicle of " soul-animating strains ;'' 

 wherein he asks : 



" Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" 



