Pointer and Setter Field Trials. By "SIRIUS" Poland, A Voice from. Ostrolenka. By the Earl of RAVENSWORTH "Poor Topsy." By "PATHFINDER" Potter of Tours, The. By GEORGE SMITH Press, The Irish. By T. F. O'DONNELL By CHARLES BRADLAUGH 32 157 Republican Impeachment, The. {BY JOHN BAKER HOPKINS Shakespeare's Philosophers and Jesters. By CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE:- Sporting Guns, Smokeless Explosives for. By CADWALLADER WADDY Stranger than Fiction. By the Author of "The Tallants of Barton," "The Valley of Poppies," &c. :— Chap. XLII. Of certain Emigrants on Board the Hesperus, and concern- XLVI.-How Jacob performed a delicate negotiation on behalf of Mr. Paul Ferris, together with other interesting infor- mation. XLVII.-The Beginning of the End LI.-Which ends this strange, eventful History. Table Talk. By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gentleman 109, 231, 358, 482, 608, Tennyson's Last Idyll. A Study. By the Rev. Dr. LEARY, D.C.L. 57 147 Venus on the Sun's Face. By R. A. PROCTOR, B.A. (Cambridge), Waterloo Cup, The. By "SIRIUS" 696 681 439 THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE JANUARY, 1873. ISLES OF THE AMAZONS. BY JOAQUIN MILLER. PART V. Well, we have threaded through and through The gloaming forests. Fairy Isles, As fallen stars in fields of blue; Some futile wars with subtile love In wave below, in bough above, That you grow weary, sad, and you Of mart and moneys, to the blue And bathe you there, and then arise I kiss your hair in my delight: May love be thine by sun or moon, May peace be thine by stormy way HAT way is familiar when journeyed in first? The new roads are rugged, the pilgrimage hard; No storied names lure you, nor deeds as they erst Allured you in songs of the gray Scian bard. VOL. X., N.S. 1873. B But when spires shall shine on the Amazon's shore, Swings over the waters to chatter and call To the crocodile sleeping in rushes and fern; When cities shall gleam, and their battlements burn In the sunsets of gold, where the cocoa-nuts fall: And the mountains flash back from their mantles of snow More royal than aught that the moderns may show : "Twill be something to lean from the stars and to know That the engine, red-mouthing with turbulent tongue, The white ships that come, and the cargoes that go, We invoked them of old when the nations were young: "Twill be something to know that we named them of old— That we were the Carsons in kingdoms untrod, We followed the trail through the rustle of leaves, Her garments of mosses, and lonely as God: That we have made venture when singers were young, Inviting from Grecia, from long-trodden lands That are easy of journeys, and holy from hands Laid upon by the Masters when giants had tongue : Yea, rugged the hills, and most hard of defeat Are the difficult journeys to bountiful song, Through places not hallowed by fame, and the feet Of the classical singers, made sacred to song. But prophets should lead, to discover the grand Behold my Sierras ! new mountains of song! The Andes shall break through wings of the night As the fierce condor breaks through the clouds in his flight; And we here plant the cross. How long? and how long? Aye, idle indeed! And yet to have dared On an unsailed sea may deserve some grace. I reckon that love is the bitterest sweet Who would ascend on the hollow white wings Of love but to fall; to fall and to learn, Like a moth and a man, that the lights lure to burn, That the roses have thorns, that the honey bee stings? I say to you surely that grief shall befall; I lift you my finger, I caution you true, And yet you go forward, laugh gaily, and you Must learn for yourself, and then mourn for us all. You had better be drown'd than to love and to dream; It were better to sit on a moss-grown stone, And away from the sun, and forever alone, |