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ST. MARGARET'S COLLEGE MAGAZINE
SONNET ON A TRAGEDY AT BUKAREST. The evening shadows fall athwart the church, The gentle murmur swells, then dies away The golden ev 'ning sun doth gild a birch, And sparkle on the waters of the bay. Then in the tranquil little church is seen A crimson flame, which higher leaps anon; The old priest stands behind the chancel screen And 'midst that dreadful crowd reads calmly on. The human mass doth fight for life so dear, "Each one must save himself," goes forth the cry. In vain their pastor reads, they will not hear, Because the choking smoke is drawing nigh. And in that furnace still they saw him stand, Performing faithfully his Lord's command. Audrey Sedgley.
THE POTTERY WORXS. One Thursday we went to the Pottery Works. When we arrived the man showed us all round. First we saw two kinds of clay. The clay is put into big machines that take all the nasty bits out. Then it is put in a pit where the sun takes the water out; in winter they have machines to take it out becaUBe the sun is not strong enough. 'l'hen there are lumps of clay in a corner. ext we came to another man making things out of clay. He made a hat and an egg-cup and a bowl with fancy edges and a vase and a jug. '!'hen they are put outside to dry. When they are dry they are put in a kiln to be heated; they stay in the kiln for two days and take three days to cool. Then they are all shiny and the design shows through. The man showed us a peep-hole in the kiln. At the back we saw all the things made out of clay when they were dry. There were jugs, and flower-pots, and electric cases, and bread-bins, and vases, and bowls with fancy edges, and some salt-cellars. The vases are blue or green or brown. The jugs are pink at the top and white at the bottom before they are heated. When they are heated they are dark brown at the top and light brown at the bottom. The flower pots F
