Verses. By Elizabeth Waterhouse. (T. Hawkins, Newbury.) —Mrs. Waterhouse has
gathered together, we imagine, in this volume, the somewhat rare expressions of a genuine poetical gift. We guess that she writes but seldom, and not with ease; that she does not spare the labour of correction, and finds it hard to satisfy herself. But the result is distinctly good. The book is of the smallest, less than sixty pages, and much less than a thousand lines—some of our fluent versifiers would turn out as much in a week—but it is fall of thought and feeling, with a rare finish of melodious expression. Here is an example of Mrs. Water- house's work :—
"THREE PARABLES.
I as not resolute in heart and will
To rise up suddenly and seek Thy face, Leav.ng the swine-bunks in the desert plate, And crying, 'I have sinned, receive me still l' I could not even at the Shepherd's voice startle and thrill, with yearnings for the fold, Till He should take me in His blessed hold, And lay me on His shoulder and rejoice.
But lying silent, will-less in the dark,
A htt e piece of silver, lost from Tom
I only knew Thy hands were seeking me, And that I bore through all Thy heavenly mark."
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