“'T was Henry, Sixth, pronounced the charm, (A glass cup was the token), In Muncaster good luck shall reign "And this the luck of Muncaster?" "The charm hath stood a hundred years, It shall not stand another. ་་ "But one in casket oaken I fain would save from plundering hand "Go thou and bring the gem I prize; The dark browed knight of Liddersdale "Now, by my ladie's lips, I swear, "Swear not by lips of her you love, You never more shall press them; Exclaimed the fiery Scot in glee. That binds good luck to thee and thine- In vain thy deepest regret ; The traitor fled. Sir John sank down Oh, miracle! the crystal cup Lay there unharmed, unbroken. Fair Margaret, Lowther's daughter. Miss Hartwick was married in 1871, to Edmund C. Thorpe, and soon went to reside in Fremont, Ind., where she has lived since, until lately returning to Litchfield. Domestic cares have left her small opportunity for composition, and little from her pen has of late appeared in print, save the wandering waif so universally read. She has made a collection of her poems, with a view to early publication in book form. From the few at our hand we will give only one more entitled WAITING. When the dusky shadows o'er the earth are spread, Pretty, thoughtful maiden, dreaming dreams of love, When the golden sunbeams slant across the floor, Weary, anxious mother, years of toil and care By the shady window in her easy chair, Waiting for her loved ones, this is woman's lot, And when death shall claim her she will go before, Mrs. Thorpe is tall and slender, has dark brown. eyes, and hair to match. She lives more in the future than the past; and has the hopefulness of a poet, blent with much of a poet's sensitive disposition. In writing, she sympathizes intensely with her theme, and is often carried forward resistlessly, without due heed to finish of versification and accuracy of rhyme. But however much or carefully she may write in future, she can hardly produce anything which shall win the popularity her earliest ballad has achieved. |