Lake. River, hence we're done with strife, Knowing each our duty. River. And in loud or silent life, Both. While we keep our places thus, MEMORY. WHAT is memory? 'Tis the light Hope, fear, grief, love, delight, regretA generous spring—a beam which glows Long after sun and star have set A leaf, nor storm nor blight can fade- BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT. O, IF there is one law above the rest The lavish measure in which love is given LADIES OF LONG AGO. TELL me, to what region flown Over river, stream, and lake: Answer, where does beauty go? · Where is fled the south wind's snow? Where is Eloise the wise, For whose two bewitching eyes In his cell to live entombed? Where thy voice, O regal fair, Sweet as is the lark's in air? Who Le Mayne held gallantly? Where are all ? does any know? Where is fled the south wind's snow? THE TRUEST FRIEND. THERE is a friend, a secret friend, There is a friend, a faithful friend, In every chance and change of fate, And wearily we onward plod, ་ That true, that faithful friend is GOD. How blest the years of life might flow, That friend, that truest friend, is GOD. A LOVELY BRIDE. I was spending an hour, not long since, in turning the pages of a pleasant miscellany, in the course of which my eye fell upon the following rare, but beautiful and touching incident, in the history of one who that day was to become a bride. A party of lively and interested cousins and friends had early assembled at the bridal mansion for the purpose of decorating the drawing-room, where the marriage ceremony was to be performed. At length this pleasant duty being accomplished, they retired, happy in contributing to the joy of an occasion which, while it would take from them one whom they loved, would unite that one to the object of her highest regard. The room was beautifully decorated with rich and variegated bouquets, and on a centre-table lay the gayly-adorned bride's loaf, an object of great importance. I said all had retired from the lovely spot; but there was one of the cousins, who, a short time after, stole gently back, to look once more at the varied beauty of the scene, and to indulge by herself the hopes and anticipations of an affectionate heart for the future happiness of her friend. She gently opened the door, and was about entering, |