Word: mothers
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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discreditable, is uneasy, as the sonnets of the young (and even of the old) are wont to be; the Horatian verses to Chloe are imperfect, but promising,--"Therefore lift up your blushing gaze, and quit your all-sufficient mother." Mr. Auslander's sonnet, like all his work, shows talent and skill; but, hardened though we are to mixed novelties, we cannot accept as genuine his prayer for "the feathered thrill of birds." Mr. La Farge's "To My Goddess" exhibits feeling for the music of verse and contains pretty details. Unhappily the reviewer's copy omits the last line...
...Archbishop of York has come and gone, but his words remain with us as a revelation to some and a reminder to all of the great part our mother universities have played in the war. We have seen Harvard much affected, but compared to Oxford and Cambridge the changes here have been insignificant. The academic life at these English colleges is nearly at a standstill; only a handful of wounded soldiers and physically unfit still work at their old tasks. Many of the colleges have quartered in them some kind of training corps, which change the old atmospheres of academic...
...told me of the lad. He lived in one of the villages of Northern France. This village was shelled by the Germans, and his mother was killed. His father had already died for France. This boy of ten years lived in this village for four or five days--God knows how he lived. He was found by a colonel of a regiment of Zouaves. The colonel took the lad and kept him with the regiment. He was what we should call a mascot for them. The lad lived with them for three months in the trenches. At the time...
...scholarship is the joint gift of his mother, Mrs. William Furness Jenks, and his wife, Mrs. Robert Darrah Jenks, who is at present engaged in Y. M. C. A. work abroad...
...down a child--"a wisp of a girl, poorly clad, whose pinched face spoke the lack of food." From this point on the old millionaire buys Christmas presents until along toward the end, when we hear of "the star which they saw in the East"; and catch from the mother of the wisp that ever-beautiful sentiment, "God bless you, Mr. Campbell. My dead husband once worked for you, and he said you were a hard man. But he surely was wrong." And all this time, "Somehow his heart seemed very light and young within him." We can stand...