She studied child nature direct from the child,
And she spared not the rod, though her manner was mild.
All honour be paid her, this heroine true,
She laid the foundation for things we call new!
Her hand was so strong, and her brain was so steady,
That for the New Woman she made the world ready.
Mary W. Babcock.
THE ISLAND WHICH WE MADE
Here is one of the several parodies written by my brother while interned in a log camp in the woods of New Brunswick, during a severe day's deluge of rain. It was at the time when Peary had recently reached the North Pole, and Dr. Cook had reported his remarkable observations of purple snows:
DON'T YOU HEAR THE NORTH A-CALLIN'?
Ship me somewhere north o' nowhere, where the worst is like the best;
Where there aren't no p'ints o' compass, an' a man can get a rest;
Where a breeze is like a blizzard, an' the weather at its best;
Dogs and Huskies does the workin' and the Devil does the rest.