Alice Corbin (Mrs. William Penhallow Henderson) was born in St. Louis, Missouri. She has been Associate Editor of _Poetry; A Magazine of Verse_ since 1912, co-editing (with Harriet Monroe) _The New Poetry, An Anthology_ (1917). Since 1916 she has lived in New Mexico. _The Spinning Woman of the Sky_ (1912) contains few hints of originality. It is cast in an entirely different key than Miss Corbin’s later efforts. Her recent verses, many of them uncollected, are much richer; they reveal a close contact with primitive people and native folk-lore. Her southern and far western sketches are particularly colorful; a volume of New Mexico studies, _Red Earth_ (1920), being full of noteworthy and sympathetic records. ECHOES OF CHILDHOOD (_A Folk-Medley_) UNCLE JIM Old Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole, But he could fiddle Virginia Reels, Till you felt the sap run out of your heels, Till you knew the devil had got your soul— _Down the middle and swing yo’ partners, Up agin and salute her low, Shake yo’ foot an’ keep a-goin’, Down the middle an’ do-se-do!_ _Mind yo’ manners an’ doan git keerless, Swing yo’ lady and bow full low, S’lute yo’ partner an’ turn yo’ neighbor, Gran’-right-an’-left, and aroun’ you go!_ * * * DELPHY Delphy’s breast was wide and deep, A shelf to lay a child asleep, _Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low_; Rocking like a lifted boat On lazy tropic seas afloat, _Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low_. Delphy, when my mother died, Taught me wisdom, curbed my pride, _Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low_; And when she laid her body down, It shone, a jewel, in His crown, _Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low_. * * * (_Underneath the southern moon I was cradled to the tune Of the banjo and the fiddle And the plaintive negro croon._) MANDY’S RELIGION I’se got religion an’ I doan care Who knows that God an’ I are square, I wuz carryin’ home my mistis’ wash When God came an’ spoke to me out’n de hush. An’ I th’ew de wash up inter de air, An’ I climbed a tree to de golden stair, Ef it hadn’t a been fur Mistah Wright I’d had ter stayed dere all de night! * * *