--Emersonian--inside and out.
It should, sir, be double, with rooms on each side,
For justice and mercy, for meekness and pride;
For heating and lighting, it only requires
Faith's old-fashioned candles, and Love's open fires.
Write me minimum charges in struggle and stress,
And extras in suffering.
Yours truly,

C.S.
_Kalends_.

~The Record of a Life.~

He lived and died, and all is passed away
That bound him to his so-soon-darkened day.
He is forgotten in time's sweeping tide;
This is his history: He lived--and died!

HENRY DAVID GRAY.
_Madisonensis_.

~Who Knows?~

If when the day has been sped with laughter,
Mirth and song as the light wind blows,
A sob and a sigh come quickly after--
Who knows?

If eyes that smile till the day's completeness
Droop a little at evening's close,
And tears cloud over their tender sweetness--
Who knows?

If lips that laugh while the sun be shining,
Curved as fair as the leaf of a rose,
Quiver with grief at day's declining--
Who knows?

If the heart that seems to know no aching
While the fair, gold sunlight gleams and glows,
Under the stars be bitterly breaking--
Who knows?

JESSIE V. KERR.
_Kalends_.

~Inconstancy.~

I sighed as the soul of April fled,
And a tear on my cheek
Told of the love I had borne the dead--
And I signed the cross, and bowed my head--
And was sad for a week.

With a carol and catch the May came in
With her wonderful way--
And I saucily chucked her under the chin,
And tuned me the strings of my violin--
And was glad for a day.

FRANCIS CHARLES MCDONALD.
_Nassau Literary Monthly._

~Yesterday.~

Thou art to me like all the days--
They ebb and flow with punctual tides,
Leave driftwood--wreckage on the sands,
Perhaps a shell besides;
Swift, incommunicable, vast,
They poise--then perish in the past.

And yet I have not all forgot
Those years when every day seemed long,
A separate age of joys and play,
Of wonder-tales and song;
I marvel, Yesterday, to know
Thou still art childhood's Long Ago!

FREDERIC LAWRENCE KNOWLES.
_Harvard Advocate._

~The Last Word.~

Life is a boat that is drifting,
Riding high, rocking low,
While the tide turns.
Love is the sands that are shifting
In and out, to and fro,
While the tide turns,

Let the boat drift, no oar to lift,
Clear sky above, calm sea below,
Till