Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . was in full har-mony with the key-note which Wycliffehad been the first to sound, and whichTyndale had re-echoed. Its English wasthe peoples English, yet reflecting at thesame time all the glow and glory of aperiod never surpassed in the whole his-tory of letters. Receiving the jewel com-mitted to them with a deep sense of de-vout responsibility, King Jamess re-visers provided for it a setting of im-perishable beauty. In strength and ten-derness, in its sustained note of nobilityand solemnity, in its wondrous pathos,in its ch
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . was in full har-mony with the key-note which Wycliffehad been the first to sound, and whichTyndale had re-echoed. Its English wasthe peoples English, yet reflecting at thesame time all the glow and glory of aperiod never surpassed in the whole his-tory of letters. Receiving the jewel com-mitted to them with a deep sense of de-vout responsibility, King Jamess re-visers provided for it a setting of im-perishable beauty. In strength and ten-derness, in its sustained note of nobilityand solemnity, in its wondrous pathos,in its chastened sobriety, simplicity, anddirectness, in the semblance of inevitable-ness under which the elaborate art of itlies concealed, in its haunting cadencesand rhythms, the richness and power andgrandeur of our native tongue have beenenshrined for evermore. In other re-spects our debt to King James may notbe great, but in the history of the Eng-lish Bible he stands out as the energetic,sagacious, and wide-minded promoter ofan enterprise not unworthy of the YOU CLUNG TO HER APRON FOR SUPPORT IN YOUR MUTE AGONY Grandmother BY ROY ROLFE GILSON IN the days when you went into thecountry to visit her, Grandmother wasa gay, spry little lady with velvetycheeks and gold-rimmed spectacles, knit-ting reins for your hobby-horse, andspreading bread and butter and brownsugar for you in the hungry middle ofthe afternoon. For a bumped head therewas nothing in the bottles to comparewith the magic of her lips. And what did the floor do to my poorlittle lamb? See! Grandmother willmake the place well again. And whenshe had kissed it three times, lo! youknew that you were hungry, and on thedoor-sill of Grandmothers pantry youshed a final tear. When you arrived for a visit, andGrandmother had taken off your cap andcoat as you sat in her lap, you would say, YOU WATCHED THEM AS THEY WENT DOWN THE WALK TOGETHER GRANDMOTHER. 531 softly, Grandmother. Then she wouldknow that you wanted to whisper
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