 several years contributed poems and articles to various
papers and magazines. From the poems we select the following, which was
copied in a Southern paper as well as in two others, from _The New York
Magazine_ in which it first appeared:

BEHIND THE MASK.

     Behind the mask--the smiling face
       Is often full of woe,
     And sorrow treads a restless pace
       Where wealth and beauty go.

     Behind the mask--who knows the care
       That grim and silent rests,
     And all the burdens each may bear
       Within the secret breast?

     Behind the mask--who knows the tears
       That from the heart arise,
     And in the weary flight of years
       How many pass with sighs?

     Behind the mask--who knows the strain
       That each life may endure,
     And all its grief and countless pain
       That wealth can never cure?

     Behind the mask--we never know
       How many troubles hide,
     And with the world and fashion show
       Some spectre walks beside.

     Behind the mask--some future day,
       When all shall be made plain;
     Our burdens then will pass away
       And count for each his gain.


George Wetmore Colles, Jr.

The following is by one of the young writers of Morristown, written at Yale
University and published in the _Yale Courant_ of February, 1891:

TO A MOUNTAIN CASCADE.

     To him who, wearied in the noontide glare,
       Seeks cool refreshment in thy quiet shade,
       In all thy beauteous rainbow tints arrayed,
     How sweet! O dashing brook, thy waters are!

     Sure, such a glen fair Dian with her train
       Chose to disport in, when Actaeon bold
       That sight with mortal eyes dared to behold
     Which mortals may not see and life retain.

     To such a glen I, too, at noonday creep,
       Leaving the dusty road and haunts of men,
       To quaff thy purling, sparkling ripples; then
     To plunge within thy clear, cold basin deep.

     Alone in Nature's lap (this mossy sod)
       I
several years contributed poems and article to diverse 
 papers and magazines. From the poems we choose the following, which was 
 copied in a Southern composition as well as in two others, from _ The New York 
 Magazine _ in which it first look: 

 BEHIND THE MASK. 

      Behind the mask -- the smiling font 
        Is often full of suffering, 
      And sorrow treads a restless pace 
        Where wealth and beauty go. 

      Behind the mask -- who knows the caution 
        That grim and silent rests, 
      And all the burden each may bear 
        Within the secret breast? 

      Behind the mask -- who knows the crying 
        That from the heart arise, 
      And in the weary flight of years 
        How many pass with sigh? 

      Behind the mask -- who knows the strain 
        That each life may endure, 
      And all its grief and countless pain 
        That wealth can never cure? 

      Behind the mask -- we never know 
        How many troubles hide, 
      And with the world and fashion show 
        Some spectre walks beside. 

      Behind the mask -- some future sidereal day, 
        When all shall be create plain; 
      Our burden then will elapse away 
        And count for each his gain. 


 George Wetmore Colles, Jr. 

 The pursuit is by one of the young writer of Morristown, written at Yale 
 University and published in the _ Yale Courant _ of February, 1891: 

 TO A MOUNTAIN CASCADE. 

      To him who, tire in the noontide glare, 
        Seeks cool refreshment in thy quiet shade, 
        In all thy beauteous rainbow tints arrayed, 
      How fresh! O dashing brook, thy waters are! 

      Sure, such a glen fair Dian with her gearing 
        Chose to amuse in, when Actaeon bold 
        That sight with mortal eyes dared to behold 
      Which mortals may not determine and life retain. 

      To such a glen I, too, at noonday creep, 
        leave the dusty road and haunts of men, 
        To quaff thy purling, foam ripples; then 
      To dive within thy clear, cold basin bass. 

      Alone in Nature's lap (this moss-grown sod) 
        I
 segeral years contributed koems and articles to vacious
palers and magazines. From the poems we swlect the following, which wxs
copied pn a Soutyern paper as wxml as ik two lthexs, from _The New Iork
Magazine_ in which it fhrrt appeared:

BEHIND THE MASK.

     Behind the maxk--hhe smiling fase
       Js often full of woe,
     And sorros treadv a restless lace
       Where wealth anf bewuty go.

     Behind the mask--whi knjqs the care
       That grim and siment rests,
     And all the burddns ecch may beat
       Within tie secget breast?

     Behind the maxk--who knows thc teacs
       That from the heert arise,
     And in the wearf ylight of years
       Hiw maty pdss duth sifhx?

     Bejinv the mask--wgo knows thw strain
       That ewbn life may ehdure,
     And all its grief and countless pain
       That wealth can nevee cure?

     Behind the mask--we nqver know
       How many troubles hide,
     And widh thx dorod xbd fashion show
       Some spectre walks beside.

     Nehind the mask--sjme future caj,
       When all shall be made plain;
     Oug burdegs thwn will pwss sway
       And count for eaxh his gain.


Gvorgw Wetmore Colles, Jx.

The followiug is ny onr of the young writers uf Mkrristown, wgitten at Hale
University avd iublhshed in the _Yale Courant_ jf Februacy, 1891:

TO A MOUNGAIN CASCAQE.

     To jim wmm, wearied in the nlontibe gldre,
       Deeks cool refreshment in thy qnmet shade,
       In all thy beaubeous rainbow tynts arrayed,
     How fweet! O dashing brook, vhy waters awe!

     Sure, sgfh a glen famr Dian wyth yer rrain
       Chose to dosport in, when Actawon bold
       Thab sigff with mortal evts eared to behold
     Wribh kowdals may not see ana life retain.

     Go sich a glen I, too, at toonsay creep,
       Lesvlng the dosty road and haunts og men,
       To quavf thb purlmng, spsrkjing ripples; then
     To plungs within hhy clear, cold fasik degp.

     Alonz in Nature's lap (this mossy sod)
       I
several years contributed poems and articles to and From the we select the a paper as well in two others, _The New York Magazine_ in which first appeared: BEHIND THE MASK. Behind the mask--the smiling face Is often full woe, And sorrow treads a restless pace Where wealth and beauty go. Behind mask--who the That and silent rests, And all the burdens each may bear Within the secret breast? Behind the knows the tears That from the heart arise, in the weary flight years How many pass with Behind mask--who knows strain each may endure, And its grief and countless pain That wealth can never cure? Behind the mask--we never know How many hide, And world and show spectre beside. Behind the day, When all shall be made then will pass away And count for each gain. George Colles, Jr. The following is by of the young writers of Morristown, written at University and published in the _Yale Courant_ of February, 1891: TO A MOUNTAIN CASCADE. To wearied in the noontide Seeks cool refreshment thy shade, all beauteous rainbow arrayed, How sweet! O dashing brook, thy waters are! Sure, such glen fair Dian with her train Chose to disport in, bold sight with mortal dared to behold Which may see and life retain. a I, creep, the road and haunts of To quaff thy purling, sparkling then To plunge within Alone in Nature's lap (this mossy sod) I
 several years contributed poEms and artiCles tO vaRioUs
PapeRs anD magazines. From THe poEms we select the followinG, whicH wAS
copIEd In a SoUthern pAPeR AS weLl As In tWo OThErs, frOm _THe New YoRk
Magazine_ In wHiCh it first appEArEd:

BEHIND THe MAsK.

     Behind the mAsk--The smiLiNg fACe
       Is oFteN full Of woe,
     AND sorroW treads a rEsTLess paCE
       Where wEALtH and Beauty go.

     Behind the MAsK--Who knows the carE
       That gRiM AnD SIleNt rEsts,
     And all ThE burdENs each mAY bEAR
       witHIn the secret brEast?

     Behind tHE maSk--who kNoWs tHE tears
       that fRoM The Heart arise,
     ANd in The weary fLight oF Years
       HoW Many pasS with sIghS?

     BeHind THe MaSk--wHo KNowS ThE stRAin
       that each LiFe May enDure,
     aND ALl itS grIef aNd couNtless pain
       ThaT weAlth CAn nEver cUre?

     BeHind ThE mask--We neveR know
       hoW many troubles hiDe,
     AnD with the wOrlD aNd fAsHion sHOw
       Some SpeCtrE walks bEside.

     BeHInd ThE MASk--Some future day,
       When aLl SHAlL be made pLain;
     OuR BuRdENs then wiLl PasS awaY
       aNd couNt foR EaCh his gaiN.


GeorgE weTmOre CollEs, jr.

The fOlLowIng Is by oNE of tHe younG writers Of MorRIstown, written aT yale
UniversitY AnD PUbLIsheD in The _Yale CourAnt_ oF febrUary, 1891:

to A mOUntAIN CaSCADe.

     TO HiM Who, wearied in the noonTiDe glarE,
       SeekS cool refreshmEnt in thy quIET Shade,
       In aLl thY BeAUteous rainbow tInts aRrayed,
     How sWEet! O dashIng brOok, thy waTers are!

     SuRE, Such a gleN faIr DIan WitH HEr Train
       Chose to dISPort In, When ActAeoN bold
       ThAt sIghT wiTh mOrTal eyes daRed to behOlD
     WHiCh MorTals mAY not see aNd LifE rEtaIn.

     To sUCh a gleN I, too, At noOnDaY CreEp,
       LeaviNG tHE DustY rOaD and HauNtS of meN,
       To qUAff Thy purlIng, sparklIng RIpplEs; ThEn
     To pluNge within thy cLeAr, cold basiN dEep.

     alone iN nAture's laP (this mossy sod)
       I
 several years contributed  poems and  arti cle s t ovari ouspapers and mag a zine s. From the poems we s elect  t h e fo l lo wing,  whichw as c opi ed  i n a  S o ut hernpap er as w ell as intwo  o thers, from_ Th e New York 
Ma gazine_ in w hic h it f ir sta ppear ed: 

BEH IND TH E  MASK. 

     Be hi n d them ask--th e sm ilin g face
       Iso ft e n full of woe, 
    An d  s o r row  tr eads a res tl ess p a ce
    W h e rew ealth and bea uty go.

   B ehindth e m a sk--wh o kno ws the  care
      Th at grim a nd sil e nt rest s ,
    And al l t heburd e ns  e ach  m a y b e ar 
    Withinth esecre t br e a s t ?

   Beh ind t he mask--whokno ws t h e t ears      Th at  from  the h eartar ise,
     And i n th e weary f lig ht  of  y ears     How  ma ny pass  with s i ghs ?  Behind the mask-- wh o kn ows thestrain     That e ac h l ifem a y end ure,     And a ll its gr ie f and c ou ntless  p ain 
     T hatwealth  can nev er cu r e?

     Behin d  the mask--we ne v e rk now      How man y tr o uble s hi d e, 
   And  with  t h ew orld and fashion sh ow 
      Som e spectre wal ks beside.     Behi nd t h em ask--some futu re da y,
      W hen allshall  be made  plain;
  Our bu rde nsthe n w i l lpass away
    An dcount f oreach hi s g ain .

Ge or ge Wetmor e Colles ,Jr .
T hefollo w ing is b yone  o f t he yo u ng wri tersof M or ri s tow n, writ t en a t Ya le 
U nive rsi ty  andpubl i she d in th e _Yale C our a nt_of  F ebruary , 1891:

TO A  M OUNTAIN CA SC ADE .

  To him w ho, wearied in the noon t ide gla re, 
      S eeks cool  re freshm ent in thy  quiet  shad e, 
    In a ll  th ybeauteousr a inb ow ti nt s ar rayed,     How sweet! Od ash ing brook, th y w ater s ar e!   S ur e , s u c h a glen fair D ian with h er tr ain
     Cho se  to dis port in , whe n  Actaeo n bold
      That  s ight w ith  mortal ey es dared  to behol d 
   Wh ich m ort als ma ynot  seeand li f e r etain .

   To suc h a g le n I, too , at noonday creep,
      Le aving  th e dusty r oad and  haunts o f me n,
      Toqua ff th y p u rling , sp a rk lin g  ripp les; then
   To  pl u n ge  within thy c l ear , col d b a sin de ep.
     Alone in Na t ure's lap (thi s mo s s y s od)      I
 several_years contributed_poems and articles to_various
papers and_magazines._From the_poems_we select the_following, which was
copied_in a Southern paper_as well as_in_two others, from _The New York
Magazine_ in which it first appeared:

BEHIND THE MASK.

 __ _Behind_the_mask--the smiling face
  _    Is_often full_of woe,
     And sorrow_treads_a restless pace
_      Where wealth and_beauty go.

    _Behind the mask--who_knows_the_care
   _   That grim and_silent rests,
    _And all the burdens each may bear
_     _Within the secret breast?

 _ _ Behind the mask--who knows_the tears
 _ _  _That from the heart arise,
 _  _And in the weary flight of_years
_  ___ How_many pass with_sighs?

_ __ Behind the mask--who knows the_strain
_      That_each life may endure,
__   And_all its grief and countless_pain
     _ That_wealth can_never cure?

     Behind the mask--we never know
_     _How many troubles hide,
_ __ And with_the_world and_fashion show
     _ Some_spectre walks beside.

   _ Behind the mask--some_future_day,
     _ When all shall be made_plain;
    _Our_burdens_then will pass away
 _     And_count for each_his gain.


George Wetmore Colles, Jr.

The following is_by_one of the young writers of_Morristown,_written at Yale
University and published in_the__Yale_Courant_ of February, 1891:

TO A_MOUNTAIN CASCADE.

    _To him who, wearied in the noontide glare,
 _  _  Seeks cool refreshment_in_thy_quiet shade,
       In all_thy beauteous_rainbow tints arrayed,
_    How sweet! O dashing brook, thy_waters are!

     Sure,_such a glen fair Dian with her train
   _   Chose to disport in, when_Actaeon bold
     _ That sight with_mortal_eyes dared to behold
   __Which_mortals_may not see_and life retain.

_  _ To_such a glen_I, too,_at noonday creep,
__     Leaving the dusty road and haunts of men,
     _ To quaff thy purling, sparkling_ripples; then
   __To plunge within_thy clear, cold basin_deep.

     Alone in Nature's_lap (this mossy sod)
     __I