She writes charming little poems in the style of Herrick; and some of them, such as the "Affaire d'Amour" quoted, are thoroughly Herrickian in their beauty and spirit. And she had the good fortune to be left alone in her studies after the sweetest poet of the seventeenth century, while others were learning to play the "fair old tunes of France," most of them, it is to be feared, not from the original music, but from the selections of Dobson, Gosse, and Lang. At one time it seemed uncertain whether the cherry-stonecarvers would do a series of cameos from Herrick or Villon; but the bluff Devonshire parson escaped the chipping, and Mrs Deland was left in undisturbed possession of her delightful "Old Garden" to cultivate the flowers of seventeenth century England.

Louise Imogen Guiney's "Wild Ride" shows genuine inspiration, and when she shakes off the trammels of her curious and extensive reading, and evolves from herself solely, she has a great promise before her. But, to my mind, almost the most poetical among the very young poetesses are Danske Dandridge and Helen Gray Cone.

Their styles and choice of subjects are quite different, but both have the genuine note-are really song-birds. Take for instance Miss Cone's The Accolade," "Emelie," and "Elsinore," or Mrs Dandridge's "Desire" and "The Dead Moon." Both are happy and ingenious in their metres and subjects, and fresh in their feeling.

Here I must say a few words of sincere regret over two more poets, who died during the progress of this work, Charlotte Fiske Bates, author of the generous poem on Major Andre, "At Tappan," which will bring Englishmen and Americans nearer d

together, and Dr John Eliot Bowen, whose delicate taste in editing the literary columns of the Independent, and whose translations of "Carmen Silva," proved him a true poet, as well as a true man.

With them I leave the United States to turn for a few minutes to Canada, to which I shall advert very briefly, for two or three reasons. In the first place, my relations with the younger Canadian poets have been so intimate that my judgment might be warped; and, in the second, it would be difficult to avoid so invidious a topic as comparison with the younger poets across the border; while, in the third place, with a few exceptions, the selections from Canadian authors have not been made by myself. I had to leave New York and commence my protracted travels across Canada to Japan when I had only begun the Canadian portion of my book, and consequently I felt that it would be an advantage to entrust the rest of the selections to Mr Goodridge Bliss Roberts, the literary editor of Progress, who has been making a study of the subject for two or three years past. I am only responsible for the selections from Charles George Douglas Roberts, Jane Elizabeth Gostwycke Roberts, Bliss Carman, Arthur Wentworth, Hamilton Eaton, William Douw Lighthall, George Frederick Cameron, Sophie M. Almon, James Hannay, and the great Frechette, the laureate of the French Academy. Roberts has been distinctly the most successful of the (Englishspeaking) younger Canadian poets, his name already being familiar in England as well as the United States. Elsewhere I have had occasion to write very warmly of his work.

Carman's "Death in April" had the honour of being accepted by so fastidious a critic as Aldrich

for the Atlantic Monthly; and almost alone of younger poets on this side has he enjoyed the honour of contributing poems to the great English literary papers and reviews.

Archibald Lampman and the Rev. W. W. Campbell are rivals in the favour of American magazines, and both are genuine poets who hear Nature's many voices, and show direct communication with her.

Cameron rests under the disadvantage of his premature death. Eaton, I think, has been the most happy of the Canadians in treating their national legends. There are few writers in the United States who equal him in this respect. His volume, though only recently issued, is one of the best yet produced by a Canadian, with a fine Longfellow-like vein running through it. Mair's fine play, Tecumseh, has, I hear, enjoyed the largest circulation of any Canadian poem. Two poetesses enjoy a wide reputation in Canada, Agnes M. Machar, and the late Isabella Valancy Crawford; and Sophie M. Almond Hensley has produced a really remarkable sonnet.

John Reade is a true poet, whose position as one of the principal leader-writers of Canada, has left him with but little time to write gems like "In my Heart." The most illustrious poet in the dominion is a French Canadian writer, Louis Frechette, crowned laureate by the French Academy.

I was acquainted too late with the unusual merit of Duncan Campbell Scott. The virile and emphatic poems noted below are the works of the Rev. Frederick George Scott.

But to end these desultory remarks, Canada's day in poetry has not yet come. She has produced no Longfellow, no Bryant, no Poe, no Emerson,

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no Whittier. But she has a generation of bright young poets coming on, who are, I think, equal to their contemporaries in the United States. conclusion, I have to thank the authors quoted and their publishers for permission to publish specimens of their works in America. I wish I had to thank them for England also, but the copyright league, much wished for on both sides, is not yet an accomplished fact.

I have to give special thanks, for most invaluable assistance in getting my work together, to the editors of the Century Magazine; to Mr Arthur Stedman of the Library of American Literature; to Mr Gleeson White, editor of that admirable little anthology Ballades and Rondeaux, and, above all, to Mr H. O. Houghton, head of the firm of Houghton, Mifflin & Co.; to Mr T. Miles of the firm of Roberts Brothers; and Mr North of the firm of Charles Scribner's Sons-the three firms. which own nearly all the most important copyrights-both for permissions and help.

Nor must I omit to mention the special help received from Dr D. G. Gilman, President of the great Johns Hopkins University; President Gates of Rutger's College; Dr William Hayes Ward of the Independent; and Mrs Turnbull with regard to Sidney Lanier. I will conclude with an adaptation of our Australian motto-" Advance America."

DOUGLAS SLADEN.

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PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE.

[Born at Charleston, S.C., 1st January 1830, died near Augusta, Ga., 6th July 1886. Author of Poems (Boston, 1855); Sonnets and other Poems (New York, 1857); Avolis, a Legend of the Island of Cos (Boston, 1859); Legends and Lyrics (Philadelphia, 1872); The Mountain of the Lovers, and other Poems (New York, 1873). The poems quoted are taken from the complete edition of his poems, published by the D. Lothrop Company, Boston, in 1882, by kind permission of the publishers.]

VICKSBURG.

A BALLAD.

FOR sixty days and upwards,

A storm of shell and shot

Rained round us in a flaming shower,

But still we faltered not.

"If the noble city perish,'

Our grand young leader said,

"Let the only walls the foe shall scale
Be ramparts of the dead!"

For sixty days and upwards,

The eye of heaven waxed dim;

And e'en throughout God's holy morn,
O'er Christian prayer and hymn,

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