From right to left, and left to right; And blue veins streakt her insteps white; _O Miserie!_ And folks did ask her in the street “How fared it with her long pale feet?” _O Miserie!_ And blinkt, as though ’twere hard to bear The red-heat of her blazing hair! _O Miserie!_ Sir Galahad and Sir Launcelot Came hand in hand down Camelot; _O Miserie!_ Sir Gauwaine followed close behind; A weight hung heavy on his mind. _O Miserie!_ “Who knows this damsel, burning bright,” Quoth Launcelot “like a northern light?” _O Miserie!_ Quoth Sir Gauwaine: “I know her not!” “Who quoth you _did_?” Quoth Launcelot. _O Miserie!_ Then quoth the pure Sir Galahad; “She seems, methinks, but lightly clad!” _O Miserie!_ “Ah me!” sighed Launcelot where he stood, “I cannot fathom it!” … (Who could?) _O Miserie!_ * * * * * ――――:o:―――― The following beautiful sonnet written by Miss Christina Rossetti, sister of D. G. Rossetti, appears in “_Goblin Market and other Poems_,” published by Macmillan & Co., 1879: REMEMBER. Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for awhile And afterwards remember, do not grieve; For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. This appears to be almost the only poem by Miss Rossetti which has tempted the mocking-bird to sing. REMEMBER. Remember it, although you’re far away―― Too far away more fivers yet to land, When you no more can proffer notes of hand, Nor I half yearn to change my yea to nay. Remember, when no more in airy way, You tell me of repayment sagely planned: Only remember it, you understand! It’s rather late to counsel you to pay; Yet if you should remember for awhile, And then forget it wholly, I should grieve; For, though your light procrastinations leave Small remnants of the hope that once I had, Than that you should forget your debt and smile, I’d rather you’d remember and be sad. _Judy._ April 18, 1888. ―――― DING DONG. _By Rosina Christelli._