The Child's Own Magazine. (S.S.U.)—We were struck in looking through
this volume with the good quality of some of the verse, an article which ought to be made as good for children as for grown-ups. There are other praiseworthy things in the maga- zine, the illustrations, for instance, but the verse is the most notable. We are not surprised, therefore, to find a little volume, made up for the most part of poems that have first appeared in these pages. —Little Folks' Land. By Horace G. Groser. (A. Mel- rose.)—Here is a specimen which has just the ring that should catch young ears :— "Barons A STORM.
Seagulls white, with airy flight. Why have you left the salt, grey sea ? There are no flowers in the forest bowers, There is no leaf on the swaying tree;
Dreary and brown is the windy down,
And wbat is the beauty that tempts you here?
Is not the play of the dashing spray To the heart of a sea•bird far more dear
Little we care if the woods be fair,
If the corn-field glitter or dreary lie, In bleak March weather we Stook together, And shoreward sail when the storm draws nigh."
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