(Under this title the English poet has written a striking picture of the social chasm. He figures the world's toilers as the "Sons of Martha," who, because their mother "was rude to the Lord, her Guest," are condemned forever to unrequited toil. "It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock." The poem goes on to tell of the ignorance and torment in which they live--while the Sons of Mary, who "have inherited that good part," live in ease upon their toil.) "They sit at the Feet--and they hear the Word--they see how truly the promise runs. They have cast their burdens upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays them on Martha's sons." On the other hand the sons of Martha have to face reality. "They do not preach that their God will rouse them an hour before the nuts work loose, They do not teach that His pity allows them to leave their work when they damn-well choose." The entire poem may be found in the 1918 Collected Edition of Mr. Kipling's poems. Reflections Upon Poverty (_From "The New Grub Street"_) BY GEORGE GISSING (Novelist of English middle-class life, 1857-1903. Few have ever equalled him in the portrayal of the sordid, every-day realities of poverty. The story of his own tragic life is told in a novel called "The Private Life of Henry Maitland," by Morley Roberts) As there was sunshine Amy accompanied her husband for his walk in the afternoon; it was long since they had been out together. An open carriage that passed, followed by two young girls on horseback, gave a familiar direction to Reardon's thoughts. "If one were as rich as those people. They pass so close to us; they see us, and we see them; but the distance between is infinity. They don't belong to the same world as we poor wretches. They see everything in a different light; they have powers which would seem supernatural if we were suddenly endowed with them." "Of course," assented his companion with a sigh. "Just fancy, if one got up in the morning with the thought that no reasonable desire that occurred to one throughout the day need remain ungratified! And that it would be the same, any day and every day, to the end of one's life! Look at those houses; every detail, within and without, luxurious. To have such a home as that!" "And they are empty creatures who live there."