More precious to her faithful heart, She would stand, I remember, beside the bed, "This blue is one our Mabel wore, Ah, no! not forgotten; she ne'er can be, All the treasures of infant grace, I knew them all: and she to me Was just as real as real could be, "This gray is a piece of your mother's dress, - The squirrels were shot in the old north wood. Your father's folks moved here that year, Your father? Oh, rough enough with boys, But the tone of his voice grew hushed and sweet At the sound of the little woman's feet; And 'twas wonderful how he sobered down At the sight of our Bessie's soft gray gown." FROM the west the golden sunlight Pausing shyly on the threshold, Half afraid that I shall see, As I watch you pour the tea. Blushing, dimpling, merrily, Lay your hand in mine, my lassie, Shall the long years, swiftly passing, To his side, to pour the tea? While beside my own hearth lonely Will you then remember, lassie, While you laughed and poured the tea? - Willis Boyd Allen. ten nearly a dozen poems about them, and made many allusions to them, besides, in Evangeline and other works. And true it is that much that is beautiful and interesting in literature has been suggested by bells and is connected with them. Cowper, Coleridge, Moore, Lamb, Herbert, Holmes, Whittier, Longfellow, and many another, have all written in their sweetest strains about the bell. From a very early period in the world's history, bells have been of great usefulness among all nations. They not only have been, but still are, the theme for the pen of poet, storyteller, and historian. How many bells there are in tower and steeple throughout the world it would be hard to tell; but they are ringing in every land, belting the world with melody; a continuous carillon of bell-music is ever sounding round the earth. Sweet and tender are many of the strains that come to us from the poets. What memories are awakened when we hear read or sung the beautiful lay of Moore: "Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!" How gentle and sympathetic is Longfellow's tribute to Bayard Taylor: "Friend! but yesterday the bells Rang for thee their loud farewells; Coleridge says: "'Tis sweet to hear a brook, 'tis sweet To hear the Sabbath bell; 'Tis sweet to hear them both at once, Deep in a woody dell." And Whittier : "Bell, whose century-rusted tongue In "The Bells," of Poe;" Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky," of Tennyson; "The Bells of Shandon," of Mahoney; the "Church Bells," of Keble; the "Sabbath Bells," of Lamb; the "Christmas Bells," of Longfellow; the "Song of the Bell," by Schiller; - many a message and office of the bell is brought home to us; as also in that other German " Song of the Bell," translated by Longfellow : "Bell! thou soundest merrily, To the church doth hie! Fields deserted lie! Bedtime draweth nigh! Parting hath gone by!" etc. It is interesting to consider the various names of bells and bell-ringings which have grown up through the customs of |