seems newly born.
Ah, happy is the quinta in the warm and sunny morn.

Oh, lovely is the quinta in the quiet afternoon
When hushed and calm the breezes lie; the earth in lang'rous swoon
Receives the sun's hot kisses; and the watchful hawk on high
In breathless ether lonely hangs; faint rings the parrot's cry.
The stillness is idyllic. As the slow sun swings round
One feels earth's pulses beating; hears them throbbing through the ground,
The grass where drowsy insects hum, the eaves where pigeons croon;
Ah, lovely is the quinta in the tranquil afternoon.

Oh, lovely is the quinta in the gorgeous tropic night,
When earth is drenched with sweetness, and the moonshine glimmers white
Across the path, 'mid shadows wide, and outlines, too, the wall
Where stand the broad banana trees and lemon flowers fall.
A whisper low beyond the wall, a name below the breath--
For Life is full of treachery, yet Love is Lord of Death--
The tinkle of a gay guitar, a cry, a horse in flight--
Ay Dios! guard the quinta in the gorgeous tropic night.

AUGUSTA DAVIES OGDEN.

AT HER WINDOW

(_Serenade._)

By FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN

Come to thy window, Love,
And through the lattice bars
Show me a fairer sky above.
With two more lovely stars;
So shall the summer night
Know new depths of delight,
And I in dreams grow wise
Remembering thine eyes.

Come to thy window, Sweet,
And wide the lattice swing,
That vagrant zephyrs may repeat
What words my lips shall sing
Unto your ears anew,
Up from the fragrant dew,
That all your dreams may be
Like those that gladden me.

Come to thy window:--soft!
Thy footstep light I hear.
About me silence, but aloft
A melody most dear.
It is thy voice that fills
The night's blue cup and spills
Into the air the word
A rose breathes to a bird.

Come to thy window:--so,
I glimpse the gleam of grace.
Rose of all roses now I know
Featured in thy fair face:
Now all love's joy is mine
Save one heart that is thine.
Dearest, my dream is this--
Thy heart's beat and thy kiss!

THE LATE BLOSSOMING OF ELVIRA

By HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN

In the house of Lawrence there were many daughters, and the eldest
thereof was Elvira.

At the age of thirty-two Elvira, to the budding