pEDAR J^EAF-J pi VE FOR pHEE. 
pjSf HEN by the fire we sit with hand in hand, 
' S t> My spirit seems to watch beside your knee, 
Alert and eager at your least command 
To do your bidding over earth and' sea; 
You sigh,—and of that dubious message fain, 
I scour the world to bring you what you lack, 
Till, from some island of the spicy main, 
The pressure of your fingers.calls me back: 
You smile, — and I, who love to be your slave, 
Post round the orb at your fantastic will, 
Though, while my fancy skims the laughing wave, 
My hand lies happy in your hand and still. 
Edmund IV. Cosse. 
PlNE-J^ITY, 
its leaves before the frost, 
The very oak grows shivering and sere, 
The trees are barren when the summer’s lost: 
But one tree 'keeps its goodness all the year. 
Green pine unchanging as the days go by, 
Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky: 
y shelter from all winds, my own strong pine, 
’Tis spring, ’tis summer, still, while thou art mine. 
A ngusta Webster. 
