What seemed thy loss will often prove To be thy truest gain: And sufferings borne with patient love By this thou wilt the angels please, Thy neighbor's faith and hope increase, Brief is this life, and brief its pain, Trials endured for Christ attain The Christian soul by patience grows And brighter still, and brighter glows To Christ becomes more lovable, Dear to the good; invincible MAY KENDALL. MAY KENDALL, born at Bridlington, Yorkshire, 1861, author of "From a Garret," "White Poppies," "Such is Life," "Dreams to Sell" (1887), “Songs from Dreamland" (1894); “Judy” (1896). A THEORY. WHY do violins shudder so, When across them is drawn the bow, Souls are shut in the violins, Still the musicians play serene, Call them wildly and call in pain, Call them with longing deep and vain, And with infinite tenderness, Since they can give them no redress. Since not one of them is aware, Here is he and his soul is there, You're parables of sun and snow, But presently doubtful awe Ladies and wizards, knights and elves, The enchanted prince, at Beauty's side, "Too bad," dejectedly he cried: "One of you calls her Fire; "And there's another calls her Snow; Her meaning, how is she to know With weary steps they wandered by: "We were quite wrong," they said. "You're not a prince - not Beauty I; We might as well be dead!" Slowly dispersed the vanquished throng, Faded the raiment bright; VOL. XIII. It was as though a mournful song "We're dead and gone. Our stories grew From how our names were spelt. ""Tis all in vain. We're Dawn or Day, Only you might have let us stay Till you knew what we were." THE MAGIC MIRROR. DIM clouds across the field there float, I see, tossed in the foaming brine. And slowly shape a battle-field, One lies beside a broken shield. The shadowy form I image there I trace in earth and air and sea. FRANCIS SCOTT KEY. FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, an American lawyer and poet, born in Frederick County, Md., Aug. 1, 1779; died in Washington, D.C., Jan. 11, 1843. He was educated at St. John's College, Annapolis, studied law and began practice in his native county, but subsequently removed to Washington, where he became District Attorney for the District of Columbia. When the British troops invaded Washington in 1814, they seized and held as a prisoner Dr. William Beanes, and Key was sent by President Madison with a flag of truce to the British General Ross to negotiate for his release. The mission was successful, but he was detained by the British commander, who had prepared to attack Baltimore. The engagement began with the bombardment of Fort Henry, near the city, and was witnessed by Key. Under the tension of patriotism and anxiety for the fate of the fort, Key wrote the ever-since popular national song, "The Star-Spangled Banner." The song was at once published and sung to the tune " Anacreon in Heaven," and became popular throughout the country. A collection of Key's poems was published in 1857, but none of the others attracted attention. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. O SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof, through the night, that our flag was still there. On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, |