She has two eyes, so soft and brown;
Take care!

She gives a side glance, and looks down;
Beware! beware!

Trust her not; she is fooling thee!

She gives thee a garland woven fair;
Take care!

It is a fool's cap for thee to wear;
Beware! beware!

Trust her not; she is fooling thee!

LONGFELLOW.

Do any thing but love; or, if thou lovest,
And art a woman, hide thy love from him
Whom thou dost worship. Never let him know
How dear he is; flit like a bird before him;
Lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower:
But be not won; or thou wilt, like that bird,
When caught and caged, be left to pine neglected,
And perish in forgetfulness.

L. E. LANDON.

PEACE seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless heart of the ocean

Was for a moment consoled. All sounds were in har

mony blended.

Voices of children at play, the crowing of cocks in the farm yard,

Whirl of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of pigeons,

All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love, and the great sun

Looked, with eye of peace, through the golden vapors

around him.

The sinner placed a verdant spray
Within her dead child's hand,

And turned in wordless grief away

barred and banned!

LONGFELLOW.

A lost one
In that fond act were prayer and vow

O, be her guilt forgiven!

Her dovelet bears an olive bough,
To make her peace with Heaven.

Peace, sweet Peace, is ever found
In her eternal home, on holy ground.

MRS. OSGOOD.

MRS. EMBURY.

All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.

BAILEY.

Ан, woman! in this world of ours,
What gift can be compared to thee?
How slow would drag life's weary hours,

Though man's proud brow were bound with flowers,
And his the wealth of land and sea,

If destined to exist alone,

And ne'er call woman's heart his own.

GEORGE P. MORRIS.

She wins me with caresses

From passion's dark defiles:
She guides me when I falter,
And strengthens me with smiles:
It may be, unseen angels
Beside me journey forth;
I know that one is sitting
This moment by my hearth.

A loving wife. O brothers,
An angel here below;

Alas!

your eyes are holden

Too often till they go;

Ye upward look while grieving,

When they have passed from earth;

O, cherish well those sitting

This moment by thy hearth.

FANNY FALES.

OXEYE.

Buphthalinum.

LANGUAGE PATIENCE.

To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest angel gently comes:
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet, in tenderest love, our dear
And heavenly Father sends him here.

There's quiet in that angel's glance,
There's rest in his still countenance !
He mocks no grief with idle cheer,
Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear,
But ills and woes he may not cure
He kindly learns us to endure.

Angel of Patience! sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling palm;
To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father's will.

O, thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day,
He walks with thee, that angel kind,
And gently whispers, "Be resigned!"
Bear up, bear on; the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well!

J. G. W.

THE LISTENER.

STORY OF HELEN CONWAY.

ONCE, in my character of listener, I found myself in a large boarding school. Around me were gathered more than a hundred young girls, many of them of my own age, for I had been placed there for other purposes than listening; the happy creatures were therefore my companionssome of them dear friends, whom I love to this day, though many years have elapsed since I parted from them, and some of the best and dearest of them are separated from me by pathless seas. I was very young when placed in their midst, and was hundreds of miles from the home of my childhood; it was not strange, then, that I was lonely and sick hearted, for tasks were set me which frightened and discouraged me. I thought that in all that assembly no "kindly-beaming eye" fell on the little stranger, to cheer her and inspire her with a hope of happiness in the future. All around me were busily intent on arrangements for themselves for the opening term, or greetings were being exchanged between old scholars, separated during the long vacations, and merry voices gave utterance to merry hearts; the very teachers seemed to speak to others more winningly than to me.

At length my tasks were apportioned me, and I