it still to tell
That, be the theme a point or the whole earth,
Truth is a circle, perfect, great or small?

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CONTENTS.

The Child Jesus: by _James Collinson_ 49
A Pause of Thought: by _Ellen Alleyn_ 57
The Purpose and Tendency of Early Italian Art: by _John Seward_ 58
Song: by _Ellen Alleyn_ 64
Morning Sleep: by _Wm. B. Scott_ 65
Sonnet: by _Calder Campbell_ 68
Stars and Moon 69
On the Mechanism of a Historical Picture: by _F. Madox Brown_ 70
A Testimony: by _Ellen Alleyn_ 73
O When and Where: by _Thomas Woolner_ 75
Fancies at Leisure: by _Wm. M. Rossetti_ 76
The Sight Beyond: by _Walter H. Deverell_ 79
The Blessed Damozel: by _Dante G. Rossetti_ 80
REVIEWS: "The Strayed Reveller, and other Poems:" by _Wm. M. Rossetti_ 84

To Correspondents.

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[Illustration: Ex ore infantiam et lartentium pertecizli laudem.]

The Child Jesus

"O all ye that pass by the way, attend and see if there be any sorrow
like to my sorrow."--

_Lamentations i.12._

I. The Agony in the Garden

Joseph, a carpenter of Nazareth,
And his wife Mary had an only child,
Jesus: One holy from his mother's womb.
Both parents loved him: Mary's heart alone
Beat with his blood, and, by her love and his,
She knew that God was with her, and she strove
Meekly to do the work appointed her;
To cherish him with undivided care
Who deigned to call her mother, and who loved
From her the name of son. And Mary gave
Her heart to him, and feared not; yet she seemed
To hold as sacred that he said or did;
And, unlike other women, never spake
His words of innocence again; but all
Were humbly treasured in her memory
With the first secret of his birth. So strong
Grew her affection, as the child increased
In wisdom and in stature with his years,
That many mothers wondered, saying: "These
Our little ones claim in our hearts a place
The next to God; but Mary's tenderness
Grows almost into reverence for her child.
Is he not of herself? I' the temple when
Kneeling to pray, on him she bends her eyes,
As though God only heard her prayer through him.
Is he to be a prophet? Nay, we know
That out of