How much of this poem is fun? Which stanza do you like best? Why? What do you know about Oliver Wendell Holmes from this poem? Words and Phrases for Discussion. "Royal Society" "three-decker brain" "excellent pith" "life-lasting toys" * * * * * THE LAST LEAF OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said,-- Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago,-- That he had a Roman nose And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. HELPS TO STUDY. Notes and Questions. What was the office of the Crier? What has done away with the necessity for such service? At what time was the costume described in the seventh stanza worn? What great men can you mention who are pictured in this dress? What makes the description of the old man so vivid? How does he resemble "the last leaf on the tree"? Of whom is Holmes thinking when he says "Let them smile"? What is added to the picture of the last leaf by the words "Is the spring"? Words and Phrases for Discussion. "pruning knife of Time" "mossy marbles" * * * * * JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL was born at Cambridge in the beautiful house known as Elmwood. He was more fortunate than most Americans, for in this same house he lived and died. The dwelling at Elmwood was like Craigie House, an historic place of Revolutionary memories. The secluded, ample grounds made a fine rural refuge for a youth of poetic fancies. Nor was there only wealth for the nature-lover of outdoors; there were also treasures for the lover of books within. The Lowell library was the accumulation of several generations of scholarly men, and Lowell from early youth was familiar with books which Whittier even in the studious leisure of old age never looked into.