[34] Report of the Zemstvo Committee on Agricultural Needs in the District of Voronezh, pp. 33, 34, Stuttgart, 1903. [35] _Russian Thought_, St. Petersburg. June, 1907, p. 169. [36] _Russian Thought_, St. Petersburg, June, 1907, p. 124. [37] Report of the Russian Statistical Department, 1905; and Report to the Council of Ministers on the state of schools, _Strana_, St. Petersburg, August 23, 1906. [38] _Strana_, edited by Professor Maxim Kovalefski, St. Petersburg, October 7 and 10, 1906. [39] _Tovarishch_, St. Petersburg, August 26, 1906. [40] V. Polozof, in _Strana_, St. Petersburg, October 18, 1906. [Illustration] "THE HEART KNOWETH" BY CHARLOTTE WILSON Sometimes my little woe is lulled to rest, Its clamor shamed by some old poet's page-- Tumult of hurrying hoof, and battle-rage, And dying knight, and trampled warrior-crest. Stern faces, old heroic souls unblest, Eye me with scorn, as they my grief would gage, A mere child, schooled to weep upon the stage, Tricked for a part of woe and somber-drest. "Lo, who art thou," they ask, "that thou shouldst fret To find, forsooth, one single heart undone? The page thou turnest there is purple-wet With blood that gushed from Caesar overthrown! Lo, who art thou to prate of sorrow?" Yet, This little woe, it is my own, my own! IN THE DARK HOUR BY PERCEVAL GIBBON The house overlooked the starlit bay, nearly ringed with a sparse fence of palms, and on its roof, a little scarlet figure on the white rugs, Incarnacion sat waiting till Scott should come. Below her, the reeking city was hushed to a murmur, through which there sounded from the Praca a far throb of drums and pipe-music; and overhead the sky was a dome of velvet, spangled with a glory of bold stars. Save to the east, where the blank white walls of the house overlooked the water, there was on all sides a shadowy prospect of parapets, for in Superban the houses are close together and folk live intimately upon their roofs. As she sat, Incarnacion could hear a voice that quavered and choked as some stricken man labored with his prayers against the plague that was laying the city waste. Through all Superban such petitions went up, while daily and nightly the tale of deaths mounted and the corpses multiplied faster than the graves.