It is proper, in connection with the writings of Lowell, to insert the following poem by his wife, Maria White Lowell, a singularly accomplished and beautiful woman, born July 8, 1821, married to the poet Lowell in 1844, died on the 22d of October, 1853. In 1855 her husband had a volume of her poetry privately printed, the character of which may be judged from the following touching lines addressed to a friend after the loss of a child. WHEN on my ear your loss was knell’d, And tender sympathy upburst, A little spring from memory well’d, Which once had quench’d my bitter thirst, And I was fain to bear to you A portion of its mild relief, That it might be a healing dew, To steal some fever from your grief. After our child’s untroubled breath Up to the Father took its way, And on our home the shade of Death Like a long twilight haunting lay, And friends came round, with us to weep Her little spirit’s swift remove, The story of the Alpine sheep Was told to us by one we love. They, in the valley’s sheltering care, Soon crop the meadow’s tender prime, And when the sod grows brown and bare, The shepherd strives to make them climb To airy shelves of pasture green, That hang along the mountain’s side, Where grass and flowers together lean, And down through mists the sunbeams slide. But naught can tempt the timid things The steep and rugged path to try, Though sweet the shepherds calls and sings, And sear’d below the pastures lie, Till in his arms his lambs he takes, Along the dizzy verge to go: Then, heedless of the rifts and breaks, They follow on o’er rock and snow. And in these pastures, lifted fair, More dewy-soft than lowland mead, The shepherd drops his tender care, And sheep and lambs together feed. This parable, by Nature breathed, Blew on me as the south wind free O’er frozen brooks that flow unsheathed From icy thraldom to the sea. A blissful vision through the night Would all my happy senses sway Of the Good Shepherd on the height, Or climbing up the starry way, Holding our little lamb asleep, While, like the murmur of the sea, Sounded that voice along the deep, Saying, “Arise and follow me.” Illustration: SOUVENIR OF LOWELL Illustration: (‡ decoration) BAYARD TAYLOR. RENOWNED POET, TRAVELER AND JOURNALIST.