And, two hearts once yearning after
Peace, now echo all its laughter-

Are at rest this lovely night!

And they mark the foam that flashes
As the wavelet leaps and dashes

'Gainst their boat, resolved to spray;
Yes, they watch the glistening water,
He and fair Eve's fairest daughter;

But their thoughts are far away!

Though they're one in thought and feeling,
As upon their senses stealing

Comes the subtle charm of love!
And they hear the rippling river,
Watch the tall reeds bend and quiver,
And the twinkling stars above.

But their eyes, now turned from gazing
At the skies, and, flashing, blazing,
See each other; and the old-

Though 'tis ever new in telling,
When love in the heart is dwelling-
And the old, old story's told!

And the moon, with joy o'erladen,
Smiles on happy youth and maiden,
Silent through excess of bliss!
Words are useless! and unspoken
The concession, while love's token
Is exchanged, the burning kiss!
May they thus, in joy or sorrow
Of to-day or of to-morrow,

Share alike, each bear a part.

And as Time's swift tide shall sweep them
On through life, may love still keep them-
May they still be one in heart!

THE IDEAL INDIA.-FRED SHELLEY RYMAN.
Come, hear how the brave old Columbus
The noble, the grand and the true

Sailed away from the Old World, - the Eastern
And discovered our Western,-the New.
With a heart deep in love with great actions,
He rose step by step unto fame,

Till at last o'er the dark, deep Atlantic,
To honor and glory he came.

On the Mediterranean often

He in youth showed his prowess and might; With an eye firmly fixed on the future

He looked through the darkness to light. Said he, "My brave men, I'd go westward, And by dint of great pains and much time, I would sail round the sphere we inhabit And thus reach the Indian clime."

To many he went for assistance,

But to one shall the glory remain;
The beautiful Queen Isabella

She sent forth Columbus from Spain.
By her were the Saracens banished,
She lighted the Auto da fe,
But for these let us ever forgive her,
For 'twas she sent Columbus away.
In honor of Queen Isabella

Let the bells of eternity chime,
Since she gave Columbus assistance
To seek for the Indian clime.

From Palos the Santa Maria

The Pinta and Nina went forth

(Though concealed from their noble commander,) To reveal rarer realms to the earth,—

Realms where all men should one day be rulers,
Realms where all men should one day be free;
Towards these great Columbus now started,
Upon the broad breast of the sea.
Blow on him ye soft winds of heaven,
On Columbus, the good and the great;
Blow, bear o'er the stormy Atlantic,

His three tiny barks and their freight;
Can ye not show, ye fates, to Columbus
Some gleams of his future sublime,
Can ye not show to him he is sailing
To a fairer than India's clime?

On, on sails Columbus, the faithful,

While the stars seem to change in the sky, He alone of the crew would press onward, When all that was dreadful seemed nigh;

When the trade winds like fumes from Inferno
The same constant current maintain,
Ever bearing him onward and westward,

Away from the portals of Spain.

The false chart he lays in the cabin
Quite as carefully kept as the true,
Which he secretly holds ever with him,
Until India's shores come in view;
Now the Sargasso Sea they encounter,
New dangers seem ever at hand;
All around to the eye is the sea and the sky,
But alas! shall they ever see land?
And now a calm comes o'er the ocean,-
The stillness of death's final sleep
Now rests o'er those three tiny vessels
Alone on the breast of the deep.
Still lay every wave on the water,

Still up in the sky lay the clouds,

Still the sun seemed to stand in the heavens, Still hung both the sails and the shrouds. And didst thou e'en hope, O Columbus,

In the midst of these trials sublime,
That thou shouldst one day have more honor
Than the fame of the Indian clime?

But as now by the soft breath of heaven
The vessels are borne o'er the wave,
Base mutineers rise in their anger

To curse their commander so brave.
He suffers their scorn and their torments;
Through all that his fate may prepare,
He can go with a mind ever equal

To that truth he was destined to share;
"Give me," said he, "four days' more trial!
And then if our voyage be vain

We will turn to the eastward our vessels
And steer for the portals of Spain."
So onward they sail and soon o'er them
Strange birds, as from new lands, appear,
And weeds on the ocean float to them,
As if a new country were near;
And at last from the mast of a vessel

Where the wide wastes of waters expand,

Before them a blue line is sighted,

And to all comes the joyous cry-LAND!

O Columbus, I seem now to see thee

With care and years stamped on thy brow, Looking out from the deck of the vessel, As the land rose before her proud prow. I seem now to hear that glad chorus

That raised the " Te Deum" in praise
To the God who had guided their vessel
Safely on through those desolate days.
Then to her, too, they now raise their voices,
Christ's mother and Heaven's fair Queen,
And the heart of each sailor rejoices
As he sings o'er the beautiful scene:

Nunc Ave! O Sancta Maria
Nunc Ave Regina Coeli
Tibi Semper sit honos gloria
Speravimus Virgo in te.
Sacra semper sit tibi Patria,
Oterrarum coelique Lux,
Te oremus semper Maria,

Pax nobiscum nobis sis Dux.*

On they sail while they sing, and Columbus,

After long years of study and toil, Knelt and kissed this his India ideal And planted the cross on its soil. Twice after across the Atlantic,

Columbus the noble did sail

To view the new land that he knew not,
But at last did his fair fortune fail.
With chains was he loaded, and sadly
His life's latest years slowly fled,

And as oft comes to earth's bravest heroes,
He was honored by none until dead.
But at last death released the brave spirit
From the bondage of earth and of time,
And Columbus went on to inherit

A fairer than India's clime.

Now hail! O Holy Mary.

Now hail, Queen of Heaven,

Honor and glory ever be to thee;

We trust, O Virgin, in thee,

Ever sacred to thee be our native land,

O light of heaven and earth,

We pray the ever, O Mary,

Peace be with us, be thou our leader.

SIX LOVE LETTERS.

"Are there any more of those letters?"

When her father asked this question in an awful tone, Lucilla Richmond could not say No, and dared not say Yes, but as an intermediate course burst into tears and sobbed behind her handkerchief.

"Bring them to me, Lucilla," said her father, as if she had answered him, as indeed she had; and the girl, trembling and weeping, arose to obey him.

Then Mrs. Richmond, her daughter's own self grown older, came behind her husband's chair and patted him on the shoulder. "Please don't be hard with her, my dear," she said, coaxingly. "He's a nice young man, and it's all our fault after all, as much as hers."

"Perhaps you approve of the whole affair, ma'am," said Mr. Richmond.

"I-no-that is I only-" gasped the little woman; and hearing Lucilla coming, she sank into a chair, blaming herself dreadfully for not having been present at all her daughter's music lessons during the past year.

"It was inexcusable in a poor music teacher, who should have known his place," Mr. Richmond declared; and he clutched the little perfumed billet which had fallen into his hands, as he might a scorpion, and waited for the others with a look upon his face which told of no softening. At last six little white envelopes, tied together with blue ribbons, were laid at his elbow by his trembling daughter.

"Lock these up until I return home this evening," he said to his wife; "I will read them then. Meanwhile Lucilla is not to see this music teacher on any pretence whatever."

Mr. Richmond put on his hat and departed, and Lucilla and her mother took the opportunity of falling into each other's arms.

"It is so naughty of you," said Mrs. Richmond. "But