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Fades on the umbered hills
away, And melts into the coming night.
L.—The mighty Power that formed the mind
One mould for every two designed,
And blessed the new born pair ;
To seek them bodies here.
And this the Fates ordain
I saw thy heart unkindled lay
On Cupid's burning shrine,
And placed it near to thine.
I saw the hearts begin to melt,
Like ice before the sun;
And mingled into one.
0.-Good offices will make a man ashamed to be thy enemy; greatness of soul will terrify him from the thought of hurting thee; and industry will preserve thy independence.
L.–Do not let prosperity put out the eyes of circumspection, nor abundance cut off the hand of frugality; for those who too much indulge in the superfluities of life shall live to lament the want of its necessaries,
All that morality can teach is—bear!
P. J. Baily.
Life has import more inspiring
Than the fancies of thy youth ;
It has labor, it has truth.
Noble deeds that may be done ;
Its great triumphs are unwon.
A low, unceasing moan;
From strong limbs that should be chainless
There are fetters to unbind ;
There is light to give the blind.
There are crushed and broken spirits
That electric thought may thrill;
By the might of one strong will.
Wilt thou languish in despair?
Scale the walls of Heaven by prayer.
'Tis the key of the Apostle
That opens Heaven from below! 'Tis the ladder of the Patriarch, Whereon angels come and go!
Anna C. Lynch
While you have plenty, and have cash to spend,
In dreams the form of
view Who thinks on you, and loves you too.
H. K. White.
Dreams are but interludes which Fancy makes ;
G.-Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze
Is fixed forever to detract, or praise ;
The secret enemy, whose sleepless eye
L.—That owing to your love of fashion you are like a diamond, more costly than useful.
Your life may wear a careless smile,
That life hath lost a portion of its brightness;
And woman's love shall never be a chain,
Epes Sargent. L.
You have been wretched, yet
G.–To-morrow, promiseth conscience; and behold no to.
day for a fulfillment ; Each morn the bees fly forth to fill the growing combAnd levy golden tribute of the uncomplaining flowers; To-morrow is their care; they toil for rest to-morrow; But man deferreth duty's task, and loveth ease to-day.
Lo, it is the even of to-day--a day so lately a to-morrow ! Where are those high resolves, those hopes of yesternight? Oh, faint, fond heart, still shall thy whisper be to-morrow? And must the growing avalanche of sin roll down that easy slope ?
L.- What should they fear who hurry on
Trough life's tumultuous day,
To Heaven upon their way ?
power that ministers to Heaven's decrees, and executes on earth what it foresees,