A Note From The Editors

THE death of LONGFELLOW, on the 24th of March, was known at once the world over; the news could scarcely outrun the knowledge of his life and the love of his verse. In America, multitudes of children, in city and village, had just given him the honor of their voices upon the celebration of his seventy-fifth birthday, and the memory of a poet is secure which rests in the praise of children. Time will bring repeated studies of his poetic worth, and this magazine, whose first number contained his pure tribute to Florence Nightingale, and whose present issue holds his last poem, will take an early opportunity to record his honorable career. On this page it is permitted only to name his death, to join in the common sorrow, and to look with hope upon a literature which he has ennobled at its beginning with the beauty of his art, the dignity of his aim, and the priceless virtue of his life.