on the other hand, we are constantly reminded that she is writing in a foreign tongue, by some strange ignoring of the rules of prosody, some quaint and almost prosaic rendering of a poetic simile.
It would be impossible within the limits of so short a sketch to do any justice to these poems, but the following may serve as an example, and no doubt expresses her own thoughts on her sister's early death. The original is by Evariste Desforges de Parny:—
Though childhood's ways were past and gone,
More innocent no child could be;
Though grace in every feature shone,
Her maiden heart was fancy free.
A few more months or happy days,
And love would blossom, so we thought,
As lifts in April's genial rays
The rose its clusters richly wrought.
But God had destined otherwise,
And so she gently fell asleep,
A creature of the starry skies,
Too lovely for the earth to keep.
She died in earliest womanhood;
Thus dies, and leaves behind no trace,
A bird's song in a leafy wood,
Thus melts a sweet smile from the'face.
To these poems there was affixed the following short postscript:—
"The author of these pages wishes to add that those signed 'A' are the work of her dear and only
