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"Rose-Mary" in particular exhibits the merits and defects of the poet in almost the clearest possible light, and it may be safely said that no English poet, not the very greatest, need have been ashamed of such a stanza as this, where there is no affectation worth speaking of, where the eternal and immortal commonplaces of poetry are touched to newness as only a master touches, and where the turn of the phrase and verse is impeccable and supreme:
Dorothy had promised to spend a greater part of the summer with Rose-Mary Markin at the Markin summer place, a delightful spot on Lake Monadic in Maine. This plan was particularly fortunate, as Mrs.
A sprig or two of Rose-mary, Thyme and Sweet-marjoram, are the Herbs that should go into it. Take to every quart of White-honey, six quarts of fair-water.
"There is just a chance that she may be able to make the way train, and switch off at the Junction, then, if she is lucky, she may flag the shore train and get to this spot about midnight. But what would she do then? Better stay out in civilization until daylight." "I feel dreadfully, Rose-Mary, that she should give you so much trouble. I sometimes think Tavia ought to be "
"Why, that's the real thing in hills," declared Tavia. "I planned this road purposely to 'tobog' down that hill." "I hope the old horses are hooked up securely," remarked Rose-Mary, whom the girls called Cologne. "I don't mind making a hill, but I hate to have the wagon make it in solo. I have had a try of that sort."
Be sure you skim not off the Rose-mary and Ginger: then take it off the fire, and let it run through a hair sieve: and when you have strained it, pick out the Rose-mary and Ginger out of the strainer, and put it into the drink, and throw away the Eggshells, and so let it stand all night.
Then put these into the gelly, with a quarter of an Ounce of Cinnamon broken into very small pieces; one flake of Mace; three or four thin slices of Ginger; sweeten it with loaf Sugar to your liking; set it then over a chafing dish of coals; stir it well, and cover it close; blow under it, until there arise a scum or curd; let it boil a little, then put into it one top of Rose-mary, two or three of sweet Marjoram; wring into it the juyce of half a Limon; let not your curd fall again, for it will spoil the clearness of the gelly.
Rossetti's second volume, while it added only too little to the bulk of his work for much of it consisted of a revised issue of "The House of Life" added greatly to its enjoyment. But it produced no new kind, unless certain extensions of the ballad-scheme into narrative poems of considerable length "Rose-Mary," "The White Ship," and "The King's Tragedy" be counted as such.
Had a letter from 'Ned' the other day, and the old place hasn't burned down, or anything." "From Edna? How are they all?" and Dorothy helped Tavia into her house garments. "Able to sit up," answered Tavia facetiously. "Cologne is pining for you, I believe." "I did hope Rose-Mary could come over for the holidays, but she has written she cannot."
"Rose-Mary was particularly anxious that you should come, Tavia," declared Dorothy, with emphasis, "and she has the reputation of never giving an insincere invitation. She likes you, and wants to enjoy you, as well as to have you enjoy yourself." "Three cheers for the enjoys," retorted Tavia, "and may their shadow never grow less. But say, Dorothy, how did you get out of the scrape?
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