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ESSAYS IN VERSE A BYWAY. The highway marches sturdily to markettown and mill, But I would find a little road that loiters up a hill, — " A little vagrant, woodland road, grayribboned through the green, Where berry brambles bar the way and orchard elders lean. The highway is the world's way, but I would drop behind > To follow little luring paths that only laggards find ; The challenge of the bandit weeds, the tilt with startled bees, — What can the dusty highway give for journeyings like these? The highway is ths sun's way, and follows east to west, But there are yellow, vagrant beams l;hat love my road the best, — That linger down the weedy ways wher« lady's-lace is spread, Or slant through shady orchard paths and tint the tree trunks red. The highway, the highway ! — you follow where it callt; I watch you through a leafy screen from crumbling orchard walls; — I wait , and smile among the green and know that by and by We'll lure you back • through dust and dew — my little road and I ! — Margaret' Lee Ashley. Harper's Magazine. . SPRING IN WAR TIME. . I feel the spring far off, far off, The faint, far scent of bud and leaf— Oh. how oan spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief? The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows brightHow can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight? • The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will, rise and blow in waves — How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves? Under the boughs where -lovers walked The apple-blooms will shed their breath— But what of all the lovers now Parted by Death, , Grey Death? ' 1 — Sara Teasdale. The Bellman.' THE LAST COURT-MARTIAL. (With apologies to Mr. Kipling.) The Belgians went to' battle, Outnumbered, unafraid, Against the sword of tyrants They drew an honest blade— They knew the cost of honour, They murmured not, but paid. The Belgians went to battle. And not a man turned back; They gave their treasure-cities To ruin and to rack; Their life-blood, paints in crimson The war-wolves' shameful track. But when -the Last Court-Martial comet. Before the King of Kings, And clear above earth's .muffled drums The "trump of Gabriel" rings, When lesser kings cast down their crowns, Before the Throne of White, I wouldn't like to be the man That made the Belgians fight ! — Martin St. Pierre. T.P.'n Weekly. 1 * APRIL NOON. Silence. Faint' warmth of the awakening sun Drowned in pale light. The meadow* lapse away — Ridges of brown and slopes- of sallow 1 gray— To where the leafless hills are dusky-dun. Earth holds her breath, and waits while slowly run • The ordered hour« in pitiless delay; Fearing the vanished mows of yesterday, Nor daring yet to deem the Summer won. As a sick woman from the house of death But newly Tansomed, overweak to care For life renewed and love made warm again. Faints slowly back to life with each calm breath, Finding a joy almost too keen to bear Only in this, that there is no more pain. —From "Poems," by Brian. Hooker. Published by Yale University Presi. THE LITTLE WOOD. O come where the daffodils are ! To-day in the wood I spied Each daffodil dancing through Like a flaming yellow star "• Falling into a tide Of violet and wood-bell blue. O come where sweet songs abide. And the singers are hid from sight, , Where the wood-dove's low complaint Is heard each eventide. And the blackbird's song of light, And the willow-wren piping faint. i From the sickly town come out, Leave Man and hie ills alone, So he leaves us our little wood We'll bless him and turn about For the ways that are thickest grown With flowers for our solitude. — Percy Haselden. T.P.'t Weekly. JOFFRE'S GAME OF CHESS. "Ifc ia said," writes Mr. Granville Fortescue in "At the Front With Three Armies," "that General Joffre plays the game of war as if it were chess. A contoured map of tie whole war zone, some five metres square, has been modelled in paper mache, and on this map the corps and divisions of friend and foe are represented by wooden blocks. Every feature of the terrain, hills, valleys, railroads, rivers, wagon-roads, forest, and plain, is marked to scale on the model. Thus the master sees at a glance the disposition of his own and his enemies' forces. In an adjoining room sits an adjutant who receives an average of 500 telegrams a day. These all bear on the movements of the troops. Each new bit of information as it is received ' is at once communicated to the generalissimo. He reflects alone in the maproom. He moves the blocks. The order is given, and the change is immediately effected in the theatre of operations." WANTING WHEN WEIGHED. Discussing the question whether a substitute" should be found for General yon Donop (Master- General of Ordnance), the Pall Mall is non-committaL It ob«erves in a general way : — " The Germans substituted yon Falkenhagn for yon Moltke, despite tho prestige of the great name borne by the latter, and yon Pohl for yon Ingenohl, as CommanJor-in-Chief of the High Sea Fleet — without, it is true, finding any improvement in the latter case. "The French have been absolutely ruthlesa in the changes they have made in the commands of their armies. These things must be in war, if war ib to be waged successfully. Some men prove themselves and must be advanced; others reveal the lack of lome quality requisite for holding just the place they occupy in the new conditions produced by the experience of war." A GREAT LAW SUIT DECIDED. The Supreme Court, the People, have decided that Dr. Sheldon's New Discovery wins against Coughs and Cplda. Pric», I* fid. tod afl.«— Advt 4