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CONTENTS.

Cordelia--_W. M. Rossetti_ 97
Macbeth 99
Repining.--_Ellen Alleyn_ 111
Sweet Death--_Ellen Alleyn_ 117
Subject in Art, No. II 118
Carillon.--_Dante G. Rossetti_ 126
Emblems.--_Thomas Woolner_ 127
Sonnet.--_W. B. Scott_ 128
From the Cliffs.--_Dante G. Rossetti_ 129
Fancies at Leisure.--_W. M. Rossetti_ 129
Papers of "The M. S. Society," Nos. I. II. & III 131
Review, Sir Reginald Mohun.--_W.M. Rossetti_ 137

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[Illustration: GONERIL: REGAN: LEAR: FOOL: CORDELIA: FRANCE:]

Cordelia

"The jewels of our father, with washed eyes
Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are
And, like a sister, am most loth to tell
Your faults, as they are named. Use well our father:
To your professed bosoms I commit him.
But yet, alas!--stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So farewell to you both."

Cordelia, unabashed and strong,
Her voice's quite scarcely less
Than yester-eve, enduring wrong
And curses of her father's tongue,
Departs, a righteous-souled princess;
Bidding her sisters cherish him.

They turn on her and fix their eyes,
But cease not passing inward;--one
Sneering with lips still curled to lies,
Sinuous of body, serpent-wise;
Her footfall creeps, and her looks shun
The very thing on which they dwell.

The other, proud, with heavy cheeks
And massive forehead, where remains
A mark of frowning. If she seeks
With smiles to tame her eyes, or speaks,
Her mouth grows wanton: she disdains
The ground with haughty, measured steps.

The silent years had grown between
Father and daughter. Always she
Had waited on his will, and been
Foremost in doing it,--unseen
Often: she wished him not to see,
But served him for his sake alone.

He saw her constant love; and, tho'
Occasion surely was not scant,
Perhaps had never sought to know
How she could give it wording. So
His love, not stumbling at a want,
Among the three preferred her first.

Her's is the soul not stubborn, yet
Asserting