Call ye my Whole-go, call

The lord of lute and lay,
And let him greet the sable pall
With a noble song to-day.
Go, call him by his name:

No fitter hand may crave

To light the flame of a soldier's fame, On the turf of a soldier's grave!

I..

SIR Hilary charged at Agincourt-
Sooth 'twas an awful day!

And though in that old age of sport,
The rufflers of the camp and court

Had little time to pray,
'Tis said Sir Hilary muttered there
Two syllables by way of prayer.

My First to all the brave and proud
Who see to-morrow's sun;

My Next, with her cold and quiet cloud,
To those who find their dewy shroud

Before to-day's be done;

And both together to all blue eyes That weep when a warrior nobly dies.

LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON was born in Old | Brompton, one of the suburbs of London, in 1802. She is said to have written rhymes at the age of thirteen, and at the age of eighteen she published in the Literary Gazette several short poems under the signature of "L. E. L." These attracted some attention, and she became a regular contributor of both prose and poetry. Her father died poor when she was a child, and as soon as she could earn money by writing she became the chief support of the destitute family. Her first volume, "The Fate of Adelaide, and Other Poems," was published in 1821. "The Improvisatrice," which is generally considered her best, appeared in 1824. Four or five other volumes of verse succeeded these within a dozen years, and she also published four novels.

Miss Landon's poetry all lies within that zone

of romance through which we pass at about the age of eighteen. It is pure, fanciful, melodious, and true to life as life appears at that age. It is one of those things in literature which it is pleasant to have read, but which we are certain to outgrow.

In June, 1838, Miss Landon was married to George Maclean, Governor of Cape Coast Castle, in West Africa, and soon after sailed with him for that place. On October 15th, of the same year, she was found dead on the floor of her chamber. Investigation showed that she had died from an overdose of prussic acid, which she had been accustomed to take medicinally in small quantities. There was no good reason to consider her death as other than accidental. A volume of posthumous poems was published in 1839, and in 1841 Laman Blanchard edited the "Life and Literary Remains of L. E. L."