HARVEY N. BLOOMER. 279 THE COTTAGE FLOWER. I KNOW a spot where I love to go, The dearest of all to me, 'Tis where, when the zephyrs gently blow, They bend the tall poplar tree! Where the waves of the streamlet dancing play O'er the rocks like a tiny sea; Where the moon looks down with her sweetest ray On the cot by the poplar tree! But 'tis not the tree, nor the cot that's there, I've gazed on the flower of many a spot And still was wild as the bee, But I've seen the one that lives in the cot That stands by the poplar tree! INVOCATION. O LOVE! by thee we breathe and live, Without thee life could not survive, Nor joy, nor consolation; LIFE. The summer, autumn, winter, spring, Forever come and go, And with them take away or bring Our happiness and woe. Around the globe the seasons sweep, The night succeeds the day; We play and love, we work and weep, Then hope, and pass away! HAR HARVEY N. BLOOMER. ARVEY NELSON BLOOMER was born in the City of New York, 12th January, 1871. After receiving a good education he obtained a position with Chas. Scribner's Son, of New York City. During his school life he wrote several poems and edited a school paper, but after entering the Scribner's employ his love for literature was increased by the literary atmosphere in which he was. As part of his work was to look over the papers in which were reviews of all current literature, he thus acquired a very good knowledge of what was going on in the world of letters. He soon became very ambitious to have his name in print, and his poetical genius soon brought his hopes to reality. His first poem was published and paid for by the Young Men's Journal, and he was requested to become a regular contributor. Since then he has improved wonderfully and has written steadily. Among the perodicals to which Mr. Bloomer has contributed are: Puck, Judge, Young Men's Journal, Boston Budget, Western Rural, The Jury, Overland Magazine, Riveside Magazine, Golden Days, New York Herald, and he has lately become sporting editor of the Outing Magazine, leaving the Scribners' March 11th, 1891. Love for literature has kept him from going into business with his father, who is a member of the New York Produce Exchange. Mr. Bloomer's later poems show most remarkable improvement. He is well known by all the city editors and has a large number of friends, who seem to see a great deal to admire in this young journalist. A. M. S. RINGS. I GAVE my lady a moonstone ring; It is for luck, they say; And I wish her well, Sweet Isabel, Until her dying day. -Home and Parents. BROTHERHOOD. A noble boyhood, free and frank, A noble manhood makes; 'Tis not the name, nor blood, nor rank, That either saves or wrecks. For all mankind are not of blood Born to a common right; All have one common Father, God, -Childhood and Age. | To match her bonny eyes; It is fair, forsooth, But the eyes of youth Naught matches but the skies. I gave my sweetheart a crimson ring, Like a drop, blood-red, But a gold band now can I give my love; From that she will never part; Love's golden gains that through them shine. And the setting 'twill be Of what is to me The rarest of gems-her heart. KISS MY EYELIDS DOWN. THE light is fading down the sky, Dim dreams my drowsy senses drown, My life's brief spring went wasted by, I learned to hunger, strive and wait; Now all my fields are turning brown, O, blessed sleep! O, perfect rest! Sweet love, my soul's sufficient crown; A CORRESPONDENT. DEAR friend, I sit alone to-night, If I could borrow just a part But where's the modern pen can hold With tints of pain or passion? In vain you'll seek them on this page, JAMES BALL NAYLOR. JAMES BALL NAYLOR, M. D. [AMES BALL NAYLOR, was born in Penn 1860. His opportunities for acquiring education were limited, but he took a thorough course in the common schools and re-inforced that by extensive reading. Soon after attaining his majority he began the study of his profession and was graduated from Starling Medical College, Columbus, Ohio, in March, 1886. Since his graduation Dr. Naylor has devoted himself to active practice, and has already taken high rank in his profession. He is a hard student, a close observer and an untiring worker in whatever field of labor he enters. In 1889 he began to write for the press, and from the beginning his poems as they were published in the Morgan County Democrat, attracted attention and were the subject of favorable comment. They had in them the ring of the genuine metal, and the public were not slow to appreciate that fact. Since then Dr. Naylor has written a number of poems for many of the best daily and weekly papers in the country, as well as for several leading medical journals. His growing reputation has in no way spoiled his disposition for earnest work, and that he has as yet but fairly started in a successful literary career is the measure of the belief shared by those who have watched his efforts closest and who know him best. J. B. T. AN AUTUMN IDYL. THE mid-day sun rises overhead, And through the crisp, frost-bitten air, A hazy vapor breaths; Peeps through the filmy wreathes. Adown yon hazel-lined ravine, A silver ribbon shines; Among the shocks of bladed corn, Their snowy pinions gleam. The year is growing rich and old, BLUE EYES ARE PEEPING AT ME. 283 WHEN the birds sing their songs in the gray morning light, And the blushing east heralds the sun; I hear a sweet voice-'tis a dear little girl's, And a pair of blue eyes, from under brown curls, I'm at work in my office, I hear a low sound, I cease from my labor and, turning around, A sweet, childish face is uplifted to mine, And from under brown tresses, so silken and fine, 'Tis night, and ensconced in my big easy chair, I'm perusing a late magazine; A small graceful form has ascended the stair, For sparkling with fun, from yon shadowy nook, And so I imagine, whatever I do, That those little eyes so surpassingly blue, |