10 MARCH 1877, Page 14

POETRY.

TEND thou our children, Paulus, take this care That stirs my charred bones withlingering pain ; Thy hands, unwont, must learn a mother's arts, Thy neck must bend to btuthens once in twain.

And when—for all the house will look to thee—

From thine embrace the children comfort seek, Add to thy kisses mine ; thine own grief hide, As fain to cheat their lips with tearless cheek.

E. WELSH.