MARQUIS OF LORNE. 197 not unworthy of the country and associations which suggested it."-The Daily News says The Story of Guido and Lita" stands in need of no distinguished name to recommend it, and it will assuredly be popular among poetical readers." The Pall Mall Gazette also accords its meed of praise, saying "The most striking thing about the whole composition is the almost perfect melody to which the commonest and most threadbare phrase is attuned." The poem opens with the following beautifully descriptive lines : HAIL, Riviera! hail, the mountain range : That guards from northern winds, and seasons' change, Here every slope, and intervening dale, From the thick woods, where dark caroubas twine Their massive verdure with the hardier pine, And, 'mid the rocks, or hid in hollowed cave, The fern and iris in profusion wave; From countless terraces, where olives rise, Like the proud lords who oft, with clash of mail, That, brought on white-winged clouds, have come to dower No warrior's tread is echoed by their halls, Drive on the loaded mules with sound of bells, Or cold in caverns of the chilly stone, Sought of the steep-built towns, whose white walls gleam Like flowering aloes, the fair belfries soar O'er houses clustered on the sandy shore; To where the fleets of haughty Genoa plied The trade that humbled the Venetian's pride, And the blue wastes, where roamed the men who came To leaguer tower and town with sword and flame. For by that shore, the scene of soft repose When happy Peace her benison bestows, Have storms, more dire than Nature's, lashed the coasts, When met the tides of fierce contending hosts; From the far days when first Liguria's hordes To those bright hours that saw the Moslem reel At eastern shrines, to lay the Paynim low; For through the west, the Saracen had spread Shortly after the issue of this volume the Marquis was made a member of Her Majesty's Privy Council. In 1877 the Marquis again appeared as an author and published "The Psalms, literally rendered in verse," a work which throughout exhibits skilful treatment. In July of the following year his Lordship succeeded Lord Dufferin as Governor General of the Dominion of Canada, and Commandant in Chief of Prince Edward's Island. Shortly after this appointment he was created a Knight of the Most Distinguished Order of St. Michael and St. George. Accompanied by Her Royal Highness the Princess Louise, he proceeded to Canada in November, where they had a most enthusiastic reception. Five years of exceptional activity were spent in the Dominion, during which time he travelled through the length and breadth of that extensive and flourishing country. Everywhere His Excellency met with the most cordial greetings, addresses of welcome poured in and MARQUIS OF LORNE. 199 speeches were delivered in reply on the social, political, and educational questions of the day, notably at M'Gill University, Montreal, and the University of Queen's College, Kingston. The latter University conferred on the Governor General, the Honorary Degree of Doctor of Laws. Lord Lorne sailed for England at the expiration of his term of office in 1883, and the following year published "Memories of Canada and Scotland," London: Sampson, Low & Co. For the past few years the Marquis of Lorne has taken but little part in political life. At the urgent and unanimous request of the Unionist party in Bradford, he will however at the next General Election contest the Central Division of that town for Parliamentary honours, and we venture to think the noble Marquis has every prospect of success. His Lordship's latest contribution to literature is a volume of verse entitled "Rome," London: T. Ogilvie Smith, 1888. It must not be supposed that the volumes mentioned in this brief memoir of the Marquis embody the whole of his literary productions, for scattered through the pages of numerous journals and periodicals will be found many a sketch in prose and verse from his Lordship's prolific pen. Mon-Daw-Min; OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN-CORN. CHERRY bloom and green buds bursting In the spring wood, hungering, thirsting, "For man's welfare guide my being, So I shall not die Like the flow'rets, fading, fleeing, "Medicine from the plants we borrow, Suddenly a spirit shining From the sky came down, Green his mantle, floating, twining, "I have heard thy thought unspoken; Though no scalp shall be the token, "Bravely borne, men's heaviest burden Ever lighter lies; Wrestling with me, win the guerdon; Gain thy wish, arise!" Now he rises, and, prevailing, "Strong in weakness, never failing, Strive yet one more day. "Now again I come, and find thee Yet with courage high, So that, though my arms can bind thee, Victor thou, not I. "Hark! to-morrow, conquering, slay me, Blest shall be thy toil: After wrestling, strip me, lay me Sleeping in the soil. "Visit oft the place; above me Root out weeds and grass; Fast no more; obeying, love me; Waiting through the long day dreary, Still he hungers on ; Once more wrestling, weak and weary, MARQUIS OF LORNE. Stripped of robes and golden feather, Summer's wonder-working weather Ever his commands fulfilling, No! upon the dark mould fallow Higher than a mortal's stature Seeing it, he knows that Nature "'Tis my friend," he cries, "the guerdon Want is past, and hunger's burden Soon shall torture none." The Strong Bunter 201 THERE'S a warrior hunting o'er prairie and hill, Who ne'er sleeps by his fire on the wild river's shore, Ever tireless and noiseless, he knows not repose, For he chases alike every form that has breath, |