world.

MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE,
in _The Mother of Clubs._



MAY 19.


A GLOUCESTER SKIPPER'S SONG.

Oh, the roar of shoaling waters, and the awful, awful sea,
Busted shrouds and parting cables, and the white death on our lee!
Oh, the black, black night on Georges, when eight score men were lost!
Were ye there, ye men of Gloucester? Aye, ye were; and tossed
Like chips upon the water were your little craft that night--
Driving, swearing, calling out, but ne'er a call of fright.
So knowing ye for what ye are, ye masters of the sea,
Here's to ye, Gloucester fishermen, a health to ye from me!

JAMES B. CONNOLLY,
in _Scribner's, May_, 1904.



MAY 20.


DEDICATION TO HIS FIRST BOOK.