* * * * * O God whom we adore! Give us the watchful sight, to see and trace, Thy living semblance in each human face However clouded o'er. Give us the power to find, However warped and grimmed by time and sin, Thine impress stamped upon the soul within, Thy signet on the mind. Not ours the reckless speed To proudly pass our brother's weakness by, And turning from his side with careless eye, To take no further heed. But, studying line by line, Grant to our hearts deep trust and patient skill, To trace within his soul and spirit still, Thy Master Hand divine! Mrs. Blake in one point does not resemble the two Irish woman-poets--for they are more than poetesses--whom we named together at the beginning of this little paper. Ireland and the Blessed Virgin have not in this Boston book the prominence which Miss Mulholland gives them in the volume which is just issuing from Paternoster Square. The Irish-American lady made her selection with a view to the tastes of the general public; but the general public are sure to be won by earnest and truthful feeling, and an Irish and Catholic heart cannot be truthful and earnest without betraying its devotion to the Madonna and Erin. _Irish Monthly_, edited by REV. MATHEW RUSSELL, S.J. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 7: _Gille Machree_, "brightener of my heart;" the name of one of Gerald Griffin's sweetest songs.] [Footnote 8: Amongst American women we cannot claim Nora Perry, in spite of her Christian name; but the father of Miss Louise Guiney was an Irishman. Both of these show a fresh and bright talent, which lifts them far above feminine verse-writers.] George Washington. HIS CELEBRATED WHITE MULE, AND THE RACE IT MADE AWAY FROM A DEER RIFLE.