to 'come and walk abroad' with him. If he
ever found it possible to walk abroad without his soul, the fact would
have been worth chronicling; but if it is true that he only desires to
have his soul with him occasionally, we should advise him to walk abroad
alone, and invite his soul to sit beside him in the hours he devotes to
composition."

Then humor is displayed in the excellent parodies by women--as Grace
Greenwood's imitations of various authors, written in her young days,
but quite equal to the "Echo Club" of Bayard Taylor. How perfect her
mimicry of Mrs. Sigourney!

A FRAGMENT.

BY L.H.S.

How hardly doth the cold and careless world
Requite the toil divine of genius-souls,
Their wasting cares and agonizing throes!
I had a friend, a sweet and precious friend,
One passing rich in all the strange and rare,
And fearful gifts of song.
On one great work,
A poem in twelve cantos, she had toiled
From early girlhood, e'en till she became
An olden maid.
Worn with intensest thought,
She sunk at last, just at the "finis" sunk!
And closed her eyes forever! The soul-gem
Had fretted through its casket!
As I stood
Beside her tomb, I made a solemn vow
To take in charge that poor, lone orphan work,
And edit it!
My publisher I sought,
A learned man and good. He took the work,
Read here and there a line, then laid it down,
And said, "It would not pay." I slowly turned,
And went my way with troubled brow, "but more
In sorrow than in anger."

* * * * *

Phoebe Cary's parody on "Maud Muller" I never fancied; it seems almost
wicked to burlesque anything so perfect. But so many parodies have been
made on Kingsley's "Three Fishers" that now I can enjoy a really good
one, like this from Miss Lilian Whiting, of the Boston _Daily
Traveller_, the well-known correspondent of various Western papers:

THE THREE POETS.

_After Kingsley._

BY LILIAN WHITING.

Three poets went sailing down Boston streets,
All into the East as the sun went down,
Each felt that the editor loved him best
And would welcome spring poetry in Boston town.
For poets must write tho' the editors frown,
Their aesthetic natures will not be put down,
While the harbor bar is moaning!

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