rendering with regard to metre and sense; and on anyone sufficiently acquainted with the too idioms his ballads almost make the same impression as the originals. Who does not hnow his„Luck of Edenball“,„The Castle by the Sea“,„The black Knight“ taken from Uhland? Similar praise deserve his„Annie von Tharaw“ and„Blessed are the Dead“ from Simon Dach,„The Sea has its Pearls“ from Heinrich Heine and some of Friedrich von Legau'’s„Poetic Aphorisms“.

The most popular of his smaller publications is the remarkable poem„Excelsior“; it was received with immense applause and enthusiasm, and, for some time, was read, admired, illustrated both in America and England. It embodies in fact in a few strophes the fundamental idea that we find in„Faust“: Man struggling restlessly in search of Truth; he goes on undaunted by obstacles; but he errs and perishes. It is only through the grace of the higher powers that he attains salvation.

In the collection of poems inscribed„The Belfry of Bruges and other poems“ we have a great variety of results from our poet's residence in the Netherlandish and old German cities, the architectural grandeur of which reminds him of the past glory of the German empire and the Minne- and Mastersingers. Thus, for instance, in the first„The Belfry of Bruges“ a poem impregnated with the numerons impressions awakened by the aspect of the old city of Bruges with the adjacent country, and of similar contents the excellent„Nuremberg“ in which the painters and sculptors, the minstrels

The opening lines of„Evangeline“.

In the Acadian land on the shores of the Basin of Minas

Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre

Lay in the fruitful valley. The meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number. Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labour incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened and welcomed the sea to wander over the meadows.

West and South there were fields of flax and orchards and cornfields, Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains

Sea-fogs pitched their tents, aud mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.

Elsie's chamber.

Thon hast suffered, thou hast died, Scourged and mocked and crucified,

Night. Elsie praying.

Elsie.

My redeemer and my Lord,

I beseech thee, I entreat thee,

Guide me in each act and word,

That hereafter I may meet thee, Watching, waiting, hoping yearning, With my lamp well trimmed and burning. Interceding

With these bleeding

Wounds upon thy hands and side,

For all who have lived and erred

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And in the grave thou hast been buried!

If my feeble prayer can reach thee, O my Saviour, I beseech thee, Even as thou hast died for me More sincerely

Let me follow where thou leadest, Let me bleeding as thou bleedest, Die, if dying I may give

Life to one who asks to live,

And more nearly,

Dying thus, resemble thee.