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LONDON. SAT! RDAY, JULY .>', 1916.
CONTENTS.- No. 28.
JJOTES : 'The Heart's Summer,' by Joseph Knight, 21 Bibliography of Histories of Irish Counties and Towns, 25
Thomas Holcroft and the Biography of Napoleon, 24 Bell-Ringers' Rimes A Reminiscence of Macready in ' Edwin Drood ' " Numerally " in 1808 Bacon sentencin) a Pickpocket, 25 "Pochivated" Mrs. Charles Kean am Cathcart, 26.
QUERIES : The Motto of William III. Mews or Mewy Family Tide- Weather, 26 -Percussion Cap Irish Legem of the Two Isles Madame E. L. Le Brun, French Artist Fairtield and Rathbone, Artists Kemiremon Hailstones, May, 1907 Darvell Gadarn In the Lion's Jaws, 27 Daubigny's Club The Side-Saddle
English Prelates at the Council of Bale' The Spirit o Nations ' : its Translator, 28 Roger de Montgomery created Earl of Shrewsbury by William the Conqueror Sheffner : Hudson : Lady Sophia Sydney : Sir Willian Cunningham - Book of Lancashire Pedigrees Wanted Farmers' Candlemas Rime Mervyn Stewart Louis Martineau Marten Family of Sussex The Shires o .Northampton and Southampton Thomson and Allan Ramsay St. George's, Bloomsbury, 29.
REPLIES : The Witches of Warboys Robert Southey, 30 - Mori is The Mount, Whitechapel, 31 The " Fly " : the 'Hackney": the "Midge," 32 -Thome's 'London' Henley. Herts Heart Burial "Have" : Colloquial Use- Contributions to the History of European Travel : Wun- derer : Coverlo, 33 Richard Wilson (of Lincoln's Inn Fields), M.P., 34 Shakespeare's Falcon Crest "Con sumption " and " Lethargy " : their Meaning in the Seven teenth Century Wellington at Brighton and Rottingdean, S5 Parishes in Two Counties Clerks in Holy Orders as Combatants Hayler the Sculptor Ford Castle, 36 Cleopatra and the Pearl, 37 Gunfire and Rain The Action of Vinegar on Rocks-" Aviatik" Correct Desig- nation of War Minister Fieldingiana : Miss H and " M. A. E." : Who was She? 38.
NOTES ON BOOKS : ' Calendar of Treasury Books, 1681-1685, preserved in the Public Record Office ' Reviews and Magazines.
Notices to Correspondents.
'THE HEART'S SUMMER,'
JOSEPH KNIGHT.
BY
THE following poem by our late editor,
which appeared in The Ccrnhill Magazine,
vol. xxiv., July to December, 1871, p. 342,
may well find a place in ' N. & Q.' :
THE HEART'S SUMMEB.
Oh! Stay not, Swallow, in the dusky South, Put forth across the waters without fear ;
I bear this message from my lady's mouth, " Here are the blossoms : Why art thou not here ? "
Thy last year's nest awaits thy glad return Close by her lattice, under sheltering eaves :
Beneath it soon will clustering roses burn, The jasmine feels it with its topmost leaves*
I know thy s.-cr.-t : why thou mail'>t it there,
That thou iniuht'st sec my !,,%-, or he.-n- her oft,
Or feel her l.r.-ath upon the iiiornini; air. Sweet as the rose's, borne with it aloft.
How fairer than all fairest things her face, What harmony moves with her as she moves,
Thou knowest ; but not her last and tenderest
grace, Thou hast not seen her, Swallow, now she loves*
Here in this spot where I await her now,
I came upon my Lady unaware, And saw Heaven's promise in her perfect brow,
Its ripe fulfilment in her lips and hair ;
And could no longer hide my bitter smart, But turned toward her with a passionate cry,
" Oh, Love ! My Lady ! Thou so kind of heart, Have pity on me. Love me or I die."
A moment's space she turned her head away, While all my flagging pulses ceased to beat
The smiling skies grew ashen-hued and grey, And the glad sunshine quite forgot its heat.
Yet timorously and lingeringly she turned Again ; and her long look upon me fell,
And I could see where the bright colour burned In either cheek and mark her bosom's swell.
This saw I, Swallow more I could not see
For round my neck two loving arms there clung,
And a sweet while her heart beat close to me, Her golden head upon my bosom hung.
Nay, once more, Swallow : I may tell thee this Be this thy welcome from the desolate South.
My Lady turned at length to meet my kiss. And trembling kissed me on my trembling mouth.
And I have told her, and she doth not chide, How all my fears and longings thou hast known,
And graciously she biddeth me confide This last sweet secret unto thee alone.
knew'st what sweets she
smiles thy coming
Oh 1 laggard, if thou
hath Hoarded for thee what
wait- Thou would'st not loiter on thy homeward path, Nor let my summer languish for its mate.
JOSEPH KNIGHT.
Poems in magazines are often lost in well-deserved oblivion, but 'The Heart's Summer ' is worthy of revival for the sake of its beauty, and as a token of our ever- green memory of its author.
ROBEBT PlERPOIOT.
[We "are indebted to the courtesy of the pro- prietors of The Comhill Magazine, for permission o reproduce the above. ]
