Life, 1890-09-18 · page 3 of 14
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page (Volume XVI, Number 403) This page contains two distinct pieces: **"A Summer Messenger"** is a poem by James G. Huneker addressing the March wind personified as a "poor, weak, trembling, little breeze." The accompanying illustration shows a woman in summer dress amid flowers, seemingly affected by wind. **"A Comforter from Cork"** presents a dialogue between two women (one appears to be from Cork, Ireland, based on the title). The conversation discusses hardship—one woman mentions her husband's death and lost opportunities, while the other offers sympathy and encouragement about future prospects. The illustration depicts two women in conversation outdoors. Both pieces appear sentimental rather than satirical, focusing on emotional themes of loss, consolation, and seasonal change typical of early-20th-century literary magazines.
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alifors » Pure te. ASE. LADE. VOLUME XVI. A SUMMER MESSENGER. VY; poor, weak, trembling, little breeze, That scarce can move my papers ; Are you the lusty wind of March That played sich merry capers? You blew my hat across the strect, ‘And whistled while I chased it, The while a crowd of men stood by To see if I outpaced it To.day you come so meek and mild— As if you feared my anger; Or more, perhaps, as if you, too, Had caught our summer languor. You seem so sadly out of place Within our great walled city, That I can half forgive your tricks, And look at you with pity. Come, little breeze, you need a change ; lll send you in a letter To a sick girl, who, with your help, Will soon, I hope, get better. Return, then, to your mountain home, Grow strong in and sprightly ; And when her cheeks are flushed with heat, Be sure and fan them lightly, Blow sweet scents from your mountain pines Between her half-closed shutters You'll be repaid, if her brown h: Entwines you, when it flutters. But, first, when she shall break the seal, And set you free around her, Ask her if all the thoughts of love I've sent to her have found her. And if, perchance, you sce her blush, Tell her how much I miss her; And if she says she’s glad,—well, yes, Since / cant you may kiss her. James G. Burnett, A COMFORTER FROM CORK. “WY, BRIDGET, DID MY MAMMA HAVE ANOTHER HUSRAND BEFORE SHE MARRIED MY Para?" “VIS, DARLINT, BUT IE DOIED, YER SEE.” “OH, BRIDGET, I'M sO SORRY MAMMA LOST HIER HUSHAND I” FAITH AN’ YE'D BETTHER BE GLAD, Bessir. SHIT A MADE VE A CRUEL STISFEYTIER !” TP kD A LIVED HE comicbooks.com