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Under Two Queens. By John Huntly Skrine. (Macmillan.)—This volume of

"Lyrics written for the Tercentenary Festival of the Found- ing of Uppingham School," though primarily interesting to a limited public, has so much literary merit, that it deserves some words of notice. Lyrics the poems are entitled, and genuine lyrics they are, with the true genius and inspiration that should characterise them. We may point out " New Wine " as specially vigorous and effective. But the " Epilogue " lends itself most readily to quotation. Here is part of an eloquent address to the old school :- " Bat the love be thine also, fair Home, whom we greet without fear,

Paying nursing-dues back of our love, pious coin of our hearts that revere ; Fair home of our spirits, dear hearth where the fire, the undying, had birth, Which we bear from the motherland altar on sundering pathways of earth, One ember each EMI in his bosom ; it fails not who falleth not it. And there burns on his far away altar the flame of his boyhood relit ; Pure flame of a we, ship remembered, a faith with his seasons upzrown, Truth kindled from lips of another, blown bright by a passion his own. And ever about him brave words of the foretime as oracles ring, t ooth-speaker s, live woids of the live heart that brcd them, the lips that gave

wing- ' Not the praise, not the prize, be thy guerdon, 0 son, not the pride of the

strife ; But to render the fruit of thy soul to the sower, the 1:fe for the life.' So r:ng they, true omens that fail not, betray nut, sure pilots of doom,

Many-winged on earth's ways that are many."