Despise not Love.

Dost thou despise

A love like this? A lady should not scorn One soul that loves her well, however lowly. Love is an offering of the whole heart, mad

ame,

A sacrifice of all that poor life hath;

And he who gives his "all," whate'er that be, Gives greatly, and deserveth no one's scorn. PROCTOR.

The Heart.

YON tower, ruinous and gray

The white moon folds it in a silver vest;
The changeless ivy clings to it in love;
"Tis like the human heart, which hath one side
In shadow cast, but on the other lies

The pearly light of Heaven, and velvet foldings
Of a noiseless wing.

MRS. E. O. SMITH.

God is in Thee.

WHEN the gloom is deepest round thee,
When the bonds of grief have bound thee;
And in loneliness and sorrow,
By the poisoned springs of life

Thou sittest, yearning for a morrow 'That will free thee from the strife;

Look not upwards, for above thee

Neither sun nor star is gleaming;
Look not round for some to love thee;
Put not faith in mortal seeming;
Lightly would they hold, and leave thee,—
Man and woman would deceive thee.

But in the depths of thine own soul
Descend, and mightier powers unroll-
Energies that long have slumbered,
In its trackless depths unnumbered;
Speak the word! the power divinest
Will awake, if thou inclinest.

Thou art Lord in thine own kingdom;
Rule thyself-thou rulest all!

Smile, when fortune's proud dominion
Roughly touched shall rudely fall.
Be true unto thyself, and hear not
Evil thoughts that would enslave thee.
GOD is in thee!-Mortal, fear not;
Trust in Him, and he will save thee!
Exhortation of SIEGFRIED MAHLMANN.

Beauty.

BEAUTY gives The features perfectness, and to the form Its delicate proportions: she may stain The eye with a celestial blue-the cheek With carmine of the sunset; she may breathe Grace into every motion, like the play Of the least visible tissue of a cloud : She may give all that is within her own Bright cestus-and one glance of intellect, Like stronger magic, will outshine it all.

WILLIS.

Purity of Woman's Love.

YES, woman's love is free from guile,
And pure as bright Aurora's ray;
The heart will melt before its smile,
And earthly objects fade away.
Were I the monarch of the earth,
And master of the swelling sea,
I would not estimate their worth,
Dear woman, half the price of thee.

G. P. MORRIS.

Hope's Spring.

HIDDEN, and deep, and never dry,

Or flowing, or at rest,

A living spring of hope doth lie
In every human breast.

All else may fail that soothes the heart,

All, save that fount alone;

With that and life at once we part,

For life and hope are one.

MRS. A. M. WELLS.

Girlhood.

A BEAUTIFUL and happy girl,
With step as soft as Summer air,
And fresh young lip, and brow of pearl
Shadowed by many a careless curl
Of unconfined, and flowing hair:
A mind, rejoicing in the light

Which melted through its graceful bower, Leaf after leaf serenely bright

And stainless in its holy white,
Unfolding like a morning flower:
A heart, which, like a fine-toned lute,
With every breath of feeling woke;
And even when the tongue was mute,
From
eye and lip in music spoke.

WHITTIER.

Maidenhood.

MAIDEN, with the meek brown eyes,
In whose orbs a shadow lies,
Like the dusk in evening skies.