For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Where in Kasashima?/ here I am bogged down/ in the road muddy with June rain!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Gathering all the rains of June/ how swiftly the Mogami flows!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "How cool the crescent moon/ faint above the black peak of Mt. Haguro!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "In Kisakata's rain/ mimosas droop/ like fair Hsi-shih/ who languished with love."

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "A lady's eyebrow brush/ came to mind when I saw/ safflowers in bloom."

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "The River Mogami/ has drowned the hot, summer sun/ into the sea!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "They planted/ an entire paddy/ ere I moved from the willow tree!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Over the wild ocean/ all the way to Sado Island/ streaks the Milky Way!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Each wave that comes and retreats/ leaves a trail of tiny shells and petals of bush clover."

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "The hot sun continues to glare/ but, lo!, there is a feel of cool autumn wind in the air!"

THE TEMPTATION OF THE NEW St. ANTHONY: In that particular time, a great and fat sinner named Véron felt himself touched by grace: having reflected that the Press was a priesthood, he became a hermit and retired to a wild place in the midst of the steepest mountains of Montmartre. There, he spent his days and nights in prayer, and as a means of mortification, imposed upon himself as a penitence the continual re-reading of the list of subscribers to the Constitutionnel. －For his only food, Véron took at long intervals a light fragment of Regnauld pâté. －The Devil, irritated by this edifying yet unexpected conversion employed different strategies to make St. Véron succumb to his temptations, but our noble coenobite knew how to resist those things which until recently had held so many charms for him: Satan, who had taken the form of the Constitutionnel in order come in person to tempt St. Véron, returned to the road for Paris, furious. －The anchorite of Montmartre has, since this time, been placed in the rank of the greatest saints which Parisian journalism honours, and is especially supplicated by the unfortunates who have a head cold