Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . ctionsome time before, and the dead walls — itseems odd that all the walls in Fiesole shouldnot be dead by this time — were still placardedwith appeals to the enlightened voters to casttheir ballots for Peruzzi, candidate for theHouse of Deputies and a name almost as im-memorial as their towns. However luxurious, the Fiesolans were notproud ; a throng of them followed us into thecathedral, where we went to see the beautifulmonument of Bishop Salutali by Mino daFiesole, and allowed me to pay the sacristanfor them all. There may
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . ctionsome time before, and the dead walls — itseems odd that all the walls in Fiesole shouldnot be dead by this time — were still placardedwith appeals to the enlightened voters to casttheir ballots for Peruzzi, candidate for theHouse of Deputies and a name almost as im-memorial as their towns. However luxurious, the Fiesolans were notproud ; a throng of them followed us into thecathedral, where we went to see the beautifulmonument of Bishop Salutali by Mino daFiesole, and allowed me to pay the sacristanfor them all. There may have been a sort ofjustice in this ; they must have seen the mon-ument so often before. They w^ere sociable, but not obtrusive, noteven at the point called the Belvedere, where,having seen that we were already superabun-dantly supplied with straw fans and parasols,they stood sweetly aside and enjoyed ourpleasure in the views of Florence. This inef-fable prospect — But let me rather stand aside with the Fieso-lans, and leave it to the reader! W. D. FROM THE CATHEDRAL, LUCCA. MARCH IN JANIVEER. Janiveer in March I fear. IWOULD not have you so early in friendships year—A little too gently, blindly,You let me near. So long as my voice is dulyCalm as a friends should be, In my eyes the hunger unrulyYou will not see. The eyes that you lift so brightly,Frankly to welcome mine — You bend them again as lightlyAnd note no sign. I had rather your pale cheek reddenedWith the flush of an angry pride: That a look with disliking deadenedMy look defied; If so in the springs full season Your glance should soften and fall, When, reckless with Loves unreason,1 tell you all. H. C. Biinfier. RIVERSIDE PARK. IN the current discussion of questions relat-ing to public pleasure grounds the citysbreathing places has come to be the phraseused oftenest to designate urban parks as aclass. P>om this it would seem that the pri-mary purpose of a city park, according to thep
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