Mrs. Thorp's Verses (The Cayme Press, 5s.) are unequal. In
this particular she is indeed in good company—of what poet may not the same be said ? " The Hope of a Caged Lark " soars to our minds above her other pieces. The poor bird who " wild with panic fear " seeking from morning to night the door of the relentless cage, longs for death, and dreams of flying " on spirit wings " 'e`
" singing a song in ecstasy As no bird sang before
The Seraphim will cease their cry, The angels will kneel down And God shall silence all the birds To hear my song."
Next to that, but to our minds a long way after, comes the very graceful " Change." Among the slighter pieces the lines addressed to " Puff," a cat, are perhaps the most.
pleasing. • . " She's good and bad, and bad and good, And one can never tell If she will fly with angel cats Or claw with those in Hell."