"How Sleep the Brave," "Nora's Vow,"—the delight of my own childhood,—the pathetic "Farewell,"—
"It was a' for our rightfu' King,
We left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' King,
We e'er saw Irish land,"—
and Hood's silvery little verses beginning,—
"A lake and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear,—
And merrily we would float
From the dragons that watch us here!"
All these and many more are gathered safely into this charming volume. Nothing we long to see appears to be left out, except, indeed, Waller's "Go, Lovely Rose," and Herrick's "Night Piece," both of them very serious omissions. It seems strange to find seven of Edgar Poe's poems in a collection which excludes the "Night Piece," so true a favorite with all girl children, and a favorite that, once rightfully established, can never be thrust from our affections. As for Praed's "Red Fisherman," Mr. Lang has somewhere recorded his liking for this "sombre" tale, which, I think, embodies everything that a child ought not to love. It
