And now I see, with eye serene,
The very pulse of the machine;
A creature breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still and bright
With something of an angel light.

WORDSWORTH.

Love Never Fades.

COME-let us go to the land

Where the violets grow!

Let's go thither, hand in hand,

Over the waters, over the snow, To the land where the sweet, sweet violets

blow.

There-in the beautiful South,

Where the sweet flowers lie,

Thou shalt sing, with thy sweeter mouth, Under the light of the evening sky,

That Love never fades, though violets die!

PROCTOR.

There's Rest in Heaven.

SHOULD SORROW o'er thy brow
Its darkened shadow fling,
And hopes that cheer thee now,
Die in their early spring ;-
Should pleasure, at its birth,
Fade like the hues of even,
Turn thou away from earth-
There's rest for thee in Heaven.

If ever life should seem
To thee a toilsome way,
And gladness cease to beam
Upon its clouded day :-
If, like the weary dove,

O'er shoreless ocean driven,
Raise thou thine eyes above-

There's rest for thee in Heaven.

But O, if thornless flowers Throughout thy pathway bloom, And gayly fleet the hours, Unstained by earthly glocm;

Still let not every thought
To this poor world be given,

Nor always be forgot

Thy better rest in Heaven.

J. H. BRIGHT.

Fear for Thee.

Он, much I fear thy guileless heart,
Its earnestness of feeling,
Its passions and its sympathies,
To every eye revealing :-

I tremble for that winning smile,
And trusting glance of thine;
And pray that none but faithful ones
May bow before thy shrine.

Oh! when the breath of flattery
Is warm upon thine ear,
And manly brows are bending
In humble homage near ;-

May no dream of tenderness arise
Which earth may not fulfil,
And no fountain open in thy heart,
Which time hath power to chill.
WHITTIER.

To a White Chrysanthemum.

FAIR gift of Friendship, and her ever bright And faultless image! welcome now thou art, In thy pure loveliness, thy robes of white, Speaking a moral to the feeling heart; Unscathed by heats,-by wintry blasts unmoved,

Thy strength thus tested, and thy charm improved.

Emblem of innocence, which fearless braves Life's dreariest scenes, its rudest storm derides,

And floats as calmly on o'er troubled waves,
As where the peaceful streamlet smoothly
glides;
Thou'rt blooming now, as beautiful and clear
As other blossoms do when Spring is here.

Symbol of hope, still banishing the gloom
Hung o'er the mind by stern December's
reign!

Thou cheer'st the fancy by thy steady bloom, With thoughts of Summer and the fertile plain,

Calling a thousand visions into play,

Of beauty redolent, and bright as May.

Type of a true and holy love; the same Through every scene that clouds life's varied page;

Mid grief-mid gladness-spell of every dream, Tender in youth-and strong in feeble age!— The peerless picture of a modest wife,

Thou bloom'st the fairest mid the frost of life.

MRS. A. P. DINNIES.

Beauty.

BEAUTY, my Lord!-'tis the worst part of

woman!

A weak, poor thing, assaulted every hour
By creeping minutes of defacing time.

GOFF.