A day at last arrived when the patient was suddenly released. After being the object of tender care for many weeks the outer world seemed very large and very hustling. It was with a certain timidity and almost with reluctance that facing it all he left the peaceful quiet of the Johns Hopkins Hospital. SKETCHES AT THE JOHNS HOPKINS HOSPITAL [Illustration: "So shall the drudge in dusty frock Spy behind the city clock Retinues of airy things Troops of angels, starry wings, His fathers shining in bright fables His children fed at heavenly tables." OCTOBER 1915] UPTHORPE-CUM-REGIS THE RIVER IT was one of their happy mornings. They trotted along and sat down together, with no thought that life would ever change much for them; they would only get bigger and not go to school, and it would be always like the holiday; they would always live together and be fond of each other. And the mill with its booming--the great chestnut tree under which they played at house--their own little river, the Ripple, where the banks seemed like home, and Tom was always seeing water-rats while Maggie gathered the purple plumy tops of the reeds which she forgot, and dropped afterwards--above all, the great Floss, along which they wandered with a sense of travel, to see the rushing spring-tide, the awful Eagre, come up like a hungry monster, or to see the Great Ash which had once wailed and groaned like a man--these things would always be just the same to them. Tom thought people were at a disadvantage who lived in any other spot of the globe; and Maggie when she read about Christiana passing "the river over which there is no bridge," always saw the Floss between the green pastures by the Great Ash. GEORGE ELIOT. [Illustration: I UPTHORPE-CUM-REGIS _The Minster and the Meadows_] THE MINSTER STRONG as time, and as faith sublime,--clothed round with shadows of hopes and fears, Nights and morrows, and joys and sorrows, alive with passion of prayers and tears,-- Stands the shrine that has seen decline eight hundred waxing and waning years. Tower set square to the storms of air and change of season that blooms and glows, Wall and roof of it tempest proof, and equal even to suns and snows, Bright with riches of radiant niches and pillars smooth as a straight stem grows. A. SWINBURNE. ELEGY NOW fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; * * * * *