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ACADIENSIS

(Oxon.), Chancellor of the Dioceses of Oxford and Ripon." In his preface to that work the author remarks that, "If, as he hardly dares to hope, these 'voices' shall be heard beyond the circle of old friends, he trusts they may arouse a deeper interest in the well being of our colonists, and likewise in the spiritual and temporal welfare of the 'Children of the Forest,' now fast fading away before the advancing tide of civilization."—Ed.

Song.

BEND thou down thy long-lashed glances
 On the lover at thy feet,
In whose veins the red blood dances
As thy fairy form advances
 Out of dreamland, Oh! my sweet!

For no starlight hath such splendour
 And no sun such dewy heat;
'Neath thine eyes my heart grows tender
And my soul yields full surrender
 To their radiance, Oh! my sweet!

As cool waters to the dying
 Where stern foes in battle meet,
So thine eyes, no joys denying,
And thy smile with smile complying
 Keep me living, Oh! my sweet!
Charles Campbell


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