The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . elling public al-together like Mrs. Caesar. Henc-e theauction sales of unclaimed baggagestuffed with bricks and tbe loss ofsilver and other articles taken by theso-called souvenir collectors.]\riizzl6 not the ox that treadeth downthe corn.—Solomon. AN APRIL NIGHT BY L. M. ^MONTGOMERY ?PHE moo* comes up oer the deeps of the And the long, low dingles that hide in the hi! the ancient beeches are moist with budsOver the pools and the whimpering rills. And with her the mists, like di-yads tha
The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . elling public al-together like Mrs. Caesar. Henc-e theauction sales of unclaimed baggagestuffed with bricks and tbe loss ofsilver and other articles taken by theso-called souvenir collectors.]\riizzl6 not the ox that treadeth downthe corn.—Solomon. AN APRIL NIGHT BY L. M. ^MONTGOMERY ?PHE moo* comes up oer the deeps of the And the long, low dingles that hide in the hi! the ancient beeches are moist with budsOver the pools and the whimpering rills. And with her the mists, like di-yads that creep From their oaks, or the spirts of pine-hid springs, Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,With the wind on the hills their gay revellincrs. Down on th marshlands with flicker and glowWandere Will-o-the-wisp through the night. Seekuig for witch-gold lost long ago By the gl-mmer of goblin lantern light. The night is a sorcei-ese. dusk-eyed and dear. Akin to all eerie and elfin weaves about us in meadow and mere The spell of n iumdrod vanshed ^ 70 S THE IN THE WOOJ)By jean blewett VV/HEX mother takes us to walk in the wocxl,^ She finds a seat in a corner shady,And she tells of children sweet and good,Till Alice acts like a grown-up ladyTn meetin t-me, and so do I,Though Im only seven and very small:And I get so tired that by and byI laugh and laugh at nothing at all. When sister takes us to walk in the woo<l, You see om* eyes begin to glisten: She makes no mention of childien good. But she talks and talks, and we just listen : For there mong the blossoms and bramble-berries She tells us of pixies, elves and fairies, Shows us the spot where they meet togethei- ]\Ionlght and starlight and cloudy weather. Singing their maddest, memest song, Skipping and dancmg the whole night long! And sister says when the sunbeams come. Kissing the flowers till they awaken. All the little folks scamper home, Leaving the wonderful glade fonsaken— Sca
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