Harmony of the Universe.

GOD made the world in perfect harmony,
Earth, air, and water, in its order each,
With its innumerable links, compose
But one unbroken chain; the human soul
The clasp that binds it to His mighty arm.
A sympathy throughout each order reigns-
A touch upon one link is felt by all

Its kindred, and the influence ceaseth not
Forever. The massed atoms of the earth,
Jarred by the rending of its quivering breast,
Carry the movement in succession through
To the extremest bounds, so that the foot,
Tracking the regions of eternal frost,
Unknowing, treads upon a soil that throbs
With the Equator's earthquake.

A. B. STREET.

Constant Love.

LOVE that is steadfast brooks not sacrifice;

It may submit a while; but in the end,
It ever claims its own-the paramount
Of all affections.-KNOWLE's John of Procida.

Woman.

WOMAN! blest partner of our joys and woes! Ever in the darkest hour of earthly ill; Untarnished yet thy fond affection glows, Throbs with each pulse, and beats with every thrill!

Bright o'er the wasted scene thou hoverest still, Angel of comfort to the failing soul; Undaunted by the tempest, wild and chill,

That pours its restless and disastrous roll, O'er all that blooms below, with sad and hollow howl.

When sorrow rends the heart, when feverish

pain

Wrings the hot drops of anguish from the

brow;

To soothe the soul, to cool the burning brain, O! who so welcome, and so prompt as thou? The battle's hurried scene and angry glow,The death-encircled pillow of distress ;The lonely moments of secluded wo

Alike thy care and constancy confess, Alike thy pitying hand, and fearless friendship bless.

SANDS.

Forget me Not.

FORGET me not-although we part,
Or I shall know too well,
The words I trusted to your heart,
Were slighted when they fell;
For, never can returning years
Bear one fond thought away,
Once sealed by woman in her tears,
Although her life decay.

Forget me not-although I die,
Nor think that love is past,
Because this fond, devoted eye
Has looked on thee its last;
For love, the love of olden years,

That knows no faltering trust-
Grows deeper when 'tis wet with tears,
And stronger in the dust.

HENRY MORFORD.

Trifles.

IT is a note

Of upstart greatness to observe those trifles Which noble minds neglect.-BEN JOHNSON.

A Reply

TO ONE WHO SAID, "WRITE FROM THE HEART."

AH! woman still

Must veil the shrine,

Where feeling feeds the fire divine;
Nor sing at will,

Untaught by art,

The music prisoned in her heart!

Still gay the note,

And light the lay,

The wood-bird warbles on the spray;

Afar to float;

But homeward flown,
Within his nest, how changed the tone!

Oh! none can know,

Who have not heard

The music-soul that thrills the bird;

The carol low,

As coo of dove,

He warbles to his woodland-love!

The world would say
"Twas vain and wild,

Th' impassioned lay of Nature's child;
And feeling, so

Should veil the shrine,
Where softly glow her fires divine!

MRS. F. S. OSGOOD.

Sonnet.

OH! weary not of suffering sent from heaven-
A messenger of God's, to teach the soul
The noblest lessons unto mortal given,
Endurance, fortitude, and self-control,
While milder virtues follow in its train:
Sweet sympathy that bids us keenly feel,
And probe with gentle hand another's pain,
That we, with soothing words the wounds
may heal:

Divinest charity, faith's warmest glow,
And clear-eyed duty spring from founts of wo:
The purest hearts by sighs are purified,
And those who float upon grief's bitter stream
Drink from the light of Paradise a beam,
Which proves through sorrow's waves to
bliss they guide.

MISS M. L. LAWSON.