i LOVE'S POWER. If I werg blind, and thon shouldst enter E er so softly in the room, I should know it, 1 should feel it, Something subti eo would reveal it, And a glory round the contre That would lighten up the givom, And my heart would surely guide me, With Love's second-sight provide me, One amid the crowd to 1 ind If 1 were biind! If I were deaf. and thou hadstspoken Ere thy presence 1 had known, 1 shou d know it, 1 shou d feel it, Som thing subtic would reveal if, And the seal at once be broken By Love's liquid undertone Deaf to other, ‘tranger voices, And the world s disc. rdant noises, — ‘Whisper, wheresoe er thou art *Lwill reach my heart! If 1 wero dead and thou shouldst venture, Neaur the coffin where 1 lay, 1 should know it, 1 shoud feel it, Something subile would reveal it And no look of mildest consure Rest upon that face of clay. Shouidst thou kiss me, conscious flashes Of Love's fire through Death's cold ashes Would give back the check its red, If I wore dead ! - Yosephine Pollard, in the Century. rsa fA ———— Our First Difficulty. Robert and I had been married 18 months before we seriously disagreed in affyihing. Our life during that time had not been a season of perfect bliss as some would have it, but we certainly had been happy—as happy, I think, as any can be before reaching paradise, and when our baby come, it seemed as if our cup was full to overflowing. We were living in Kansas, far away from both Robert's relations and my own. We had nei, therefore, as is generdlly the case, a host of aunts, un- cles and consins to urge that the child should be named according to thelr fancy. So it came (0 pass that our baby was nearly two months old be- fore the subject had been debated. But one day, how well I remember it, Robert said, as he tossed her in his arms for a final good-by before re- turning. to the store, ‘‘Esther, don’t you think it’s about time this maiden of ours had a name of her own ? Wil- son was asking me this morning what we had decided to call her, and I told him I "sdppos