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Undertones. By Robert Buchanan. (E. Moxon and Co.)—The author has,

we think, made a mistake in taking classical subjects and treating thorn in modem fashion—in putting, as he says, "certain tentative in- terpretations on ambiguous myths." No one, however, can deny that this volume is one of great promise, and that Mr. Buchanan is more than a mere versifier. The poem entitled "Pan " is one of much beauty, whatever may be its meaning. We quote a few lines from "Pene- lope "

"I am not young and beauteous as of old; And much I fear that, when we meet, thy face May startle darkly at the work of years, And turn to hide a disappointed pang, And then, with thy grave pride, subdue itself Into such pity as is love stone-dead.

But thou, thou too, art old, dear lord—thy hair Is threaded with the silver foam—thy heart Is weary from the blows of cruel years ; And thou wilt need a tender woman's hand To smooth the salt blood to a settled peace."