for blood.

We see her in those dark days before the plunge into the darkness has
been taken, as

Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade,
Walk grave and thoughtful men,
Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's blade
As lightly as the pen.

Thus he gives us the picture of the beautiful city of his love as

All untroubled in her faith, she waits
The triumph or the tomb.

Hayne said that of all who shared the suppers at the hospitable home
of Simms in Charleston none perhaps enjoyed them as vividly as Timrod.
He chooses the word that well applies to Timrod's life in all its
variations. He was vivid in all that he did. Being little of a talker,
he was always a vivid listener, and when he spoke, his words leaped
forth like a flame.

Russell's book-shop, where the Club used to spend their afternoons in
pleasant conversation and discourse of future work, was a place of
keen interest to Timrod, and when their discussions resulted in the
establishment of _Russell's Magazine_ he was one of the most
enthusiastic contributors to the ambitious publication.

While Charleston was not the place of what would be called Timrod's
most successful life, it was the scene in which he reached his highest
exemplification of Browning's definition of poetry: "A presentment of
the correspondence of the universe to the Deity, of the natural to the
spiritual, and of the actual to the ideal."

In the environments of Charleston he roamed with his
Nature-worshipping mother, who taught him the beauties of clouds and
trees and streams and flowers, the glory of the changeful pageantry of
the sky, the exquisite grace of the bird atilt on a swaying branch.
Through the glowing picture which Nature unfolded before him he looked
into the heart of the truth symbolized there and gave us messages from
woods and sky and sea. While it may be said that a poet can make his
own environment, yet he is fortunate who finds his place where nature
has done so much to fit the outward scene to the inward longing.

In Charleston he met "Katie, the Fair Saxon," brown-eyed and with

Entangled in her golden hair
Some English sunshine, warmth and air.

He straightway entered into the kingdom of Love, and that sunshine
made a radiance over the few years he had left to give to love and
art.

In the city of his home he answered his own "Cry to Arms" when the
"festal guns" roared out their challenge. Had his physi