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CONTENTS.

  The Child Jesus:  by James Collinson 49
  A Pause of Thought:  by Ellen Alleyn 57
  The Purpose and Tendency of Early Italian Art:  by John Seward 58
  Song:  by Ellen Alleyn 64
  Morning Sleep:  by Wm. B. Scott 65
  Sonnet:  by Calder Campbell 68
  Stars and Moon 69
  On the Mechanism of a Historical Picture:  by F.  Madox Brown 70
  A Testimony:  by Ellen Alleyn 73
  O When and Where:  by Thomas Woolner 75
  Fancies at Leisure:  by Wm. M. Rossetti 76
  The Sight Beyond:  by Walter H. Deverell 79
  The Blessed Damozel:  by Dante G. Rossetti 80
  REVIEWS:  “The Strayed Reveller, and other Poems:”  by Wm. M. Rossetti 84

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[Illustration:  Ex ore infantiam et lartentium pertecizli laudem.]

The Child Jesus

“O all ye that pass by the way, attend and see if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow.”—­

  Lamentations i.12.

I. The Agony in the Garden

  Joseph, a carpenter of Nazareth,
  And his wife Mary had an only child,
  Jesus:  One holy from his mother’s womb. 
  Both parents loved him:  Mary’s heart alone
  Beat with his blood, and, by her love and his,
  She knew that God was with her, and she strove
  Meekly to do the work appointed her;
  To cherish him with undivided care
  Who deigned to call her mother, and who loved
  From her the name of son.  And Mary gave
  Her heart to him, and feared not; yet she seemed
  To hold as sacred that he said or did;
  And, unlike other women, never spake
  His words of innocence again; but all
  Were humbly treasured in her memory
  With the first secret of his birth.  So strong
  Grew her affection, as the child increased
  In wisdom and in stature with his years,
  That many mothers wondered, saying:  “These
  Our little ones claim in our hearts a place
  The next to God; but Mary’s tenderness
  Grows almost into reverence for her child. 
  Is he not of herself?  I’ the temple when
  Kneeling to pray, on him she bends her eyes,
  As though God only heard her prayer through him. 
  Is he to be a prophet?  Nay, we know
  That out of Galilee no prophet comes.”

  But all their children made the boy their friend.