eign State of Louisiana, next the stars and bars. Again
we hear the cannons' roar, and once more the Stars
and Stripes wave the message of peace and protection.
The atmosphere, redolent with the perfume of roses,
orange blossoms, sweet olive and magnolia, floats
around you; a delightful sense of repose steals over
you, visions of battle-fields fade away into glimpses of
tropical regions; rest is the keynote, and all the world
is in harmony. The mind is overjoyed by the dreamy
silence, the soul grows intoxicated with the breath of
sweet olives, and " nature's sweet restorer" wafts you
for a moment into dreamland.
O MOTHER-HEART ! when fast the arrows flew,
Like blinding lightning, smiting as they fell,
One after one, one after one, what knell
Could fitly voice thine anguish! Sorrow grew
To throes intensest, when thy sad soul knew
Thy youngest too must go. Was it not well,
Avengers wroth, just one to spare? Aye, tell
The ages of soul-struggle sterner? Through
The flinty stone, 0 image of despair,
Sad Niobe, thy maddened grief did flow
In bitt'rest tears, when all thy wailing prayer
Was so denied. Alas ! what weight of woe
Is prisoned in thy melancholy eyes!
What mother-love beneath the stoic lies!
H. CORDELIA RAY.