number of minor pieces to newspapers and magazines, among them the Knickerbocker Magazine, the Atlantic Monthly and Harper's Magazine; and during his residence in Al. bany, to Albany papers.

In his later years he entered into a contract with Mr. Bonner, of the New York Ledger, not to furnish any other weekly paper with his writings, so that that journal had the publication of a great number of his minor pieces. He was almost as well known in England as in this country, his productions being published there under the title of "The Times, The Telegraph and other Poems."

For years Mr. Saxe had lived as a recluse, a victim of melancholia. About fifteen years ago he went to Brooklyn to live. One of his first acts then was to purchase a lot in Greenwood for family burial. His life was at that time all sunshine. But the shadows fast settled over his happy home. While on a lecturing tour in Pennsylvania in 1875 he met with an accident ou the Pan Handle railroad which severely injured his nervous system. Returning home at night on one of these trains a broken rail threw the whole train of cars off the track and down a high embankment. The cars caught fire and were burned up and many people were killed. Mr. Saxe was fortunately saved, but his nervous system was completely shatter. ed. Within a few years he buried his wife, three daughters and a son, and brokenhearted and alone he returned to Albany, where he has since lived with his only surviving son. For years he had seen no visitors. He rarely left his room, but passed his time in solitude, apart even from his own family, attended by a faithful servant, and enjoying all the comforts that an affectionate and Indulgent son could give. His death was sudden at last. He appeared to be as usual yesterday morning, grew weak shortly after noon, and died before his physician reached him, of heart failure and exhaustion of vitality. The burial will be in Green. wood.

JOHN GODFREY SAXE.

[The following beautiful tribute to Albany's poet was paid by C. S. Percival in The Century some months ago.]

O genial Saxe, whose radiant wit

Flashed like the lightning from the sky,
But, though each flash as keenly hit,
Wounded but what deserved to die--

Alas! the cloud that shrouds thy day
In gathering darkness, fold on fold,
Serves not as background for the play
Of those bright gleams that charmed of old.
For, from its depths where terrors hide,
There crashed a bolt of dreadful tone;
Scattered thy household treasures wide,
And left thee silent, bruised, alone.

We miss thy song this pleasant May:
And, in the meadows, pause to think:
"What if, amid their bright array,
We heard no voice of Bobolink!"

Yet charms not now his blithesome lay,
Nor flowery mead "in verdure clad,'
The world that laughed when thou wast gay,
Now weeps to know that thou art sad.

HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge.

1884.

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