ANNA PEYRE DINNIES. [Born about 1810.] MRS. DINNIES is a daughter of Mr. Justice SHACKLEFORD, of South Carolina. She was educated in Charleston, at a seminary kept by the daughters of Doctor RAMSAY, the historian of the Revolution. In 1830 she was married to Mr. JOHN C. DINNIES, of Saint Louis, and has since resided in that city. Mrs. HALE, in her "Ladies' Wreath," states that she became engaged in a literary correspondence with Mr. DINNIES more than four years before their union, and that they never met until one week before the solemnization of their marriage. "The contract was made long before, solely from sympathy and congeniality of mind and taste; and that in their estimate of each other they were not disappointed, may be inferred from the tone of her songs; for the domestic happiness that these portray can exist only where both are happy." The poetical writings of Mrs. DINNIES were originally published in various literary miscellanies, under the signature of "Moina." WEDDED LOVE. COME, rouse thee, dearest!-'tis not well Thus darkly o'er the cares that swell As brooks, and torrents, rivers, all Strange thou shouldst be thus shaken! I would not see thee bend below Full well I know the generous soul Which warms thee into life, For deem'st thou she had stoop'd to bind That fetters now thy powers: TO A WHITE CRYSANTHEMUM. FAIR gift of friendship! and her ever bright Life's dreariest scenes, its rudest storm derides, And floats as calmly on o'er troubled waves, As where the peaceful streamlet smoothly glides; Thou'rt blooming now as beautiful and clear As other blossoms bloom, when spring is here. Symbol of hope, still banishing the gloom Hung o'er the mind by stern December's reign! Thou cheer'st the fancy by thy steady bloom [page; With thoughts of summer and the fertile plain, Calling a thousand visions into play, Of beauty redolent-and bright as May! Type of a true and holy love; the same Through every scene that crowds life's varied Mid grief, mid gladness-spell of every dream, Tender in youth, and strong in feeble age! The peerless picture of a modest wife, Thou bloom'st the fairest midst the frosts of life. THOUGHTS IN AUTUMN. YES, thou art welcome, Autumn! all thy changes, And faded garlands that adorn thy bowers; Each blighted shrub, chill'd flower, or sear'd leaf breathes Of parted days, and brighter by-gone hours, Contrasting with the present dreary scene [been. Spring's budding beauties, pleasures which have 2 K 385 THE WIFE. I COULD have stemm'd misfortune's tide, I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, I could-I think I could have brook'd, With less of love than now; The sweet hope still my own To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt But thus to see, from day to day, Thy brightening eye and cheek, To meet thy smiles of tenderness, Of kindness, ever breathed to bless, To mark thy strength each hour decay, And yet thy hopes grow stronger, As, filled with heavenward trust, they say "Earth may not claim thee longer;" Nay, dearest, 'tis too much-this heart Must break when thou art gone; It must not be; we may not part: I could not live "alone!" THE HEART. THERE was a time when Fancy, uninvoked, Of wild or fair, in Nature's boundless hoard; A change is over all—a change in me-- As Lethe's streams o'er fancy's source are pour'd. This change I mourn, and seek again the dreams Which brighten'd, soothed, and gladden'd life of yore; But shaded groves, fresh flowers, and purling streams Exert their influence o'er my mind no more. No more I dream--for Fancy has grown old, And thought is busied now with sterner things: E'en feeling's self-yet, no! I am not cold; But feeling now round other objects clings. There are, in life, realities as dear, Nay, dearer far than fancy can create, Though taste may vary, beauty disappear, That linger still, defying time and fate. The flush of youth soon passes from the face, The spells of fancy from the mind depart, The form may lose its symmetry and graceBut time can claim no victory o'er the heart. 1 HAPPINESS. THERE is a spell in every flower, That sports along the glade; There's gladness, too, in every thing, For everywhere comes on, with spring, And gratitude is there, That He, who might my life destroy, Has yet vouchsafed to spare. The friends I once condemn'd are now Affectionate and true: I wept a pledged one's broken vowBut he proves faithful too. And now there is a happiness In every thing I see, Which bids my soul rise up and bless The GoD who blesses me. EDGAR A. POE. [Born, 1811.] THE family of Mr. Poɛ is one of the oldest and most respectable in Baltimore. DAVID POE, his paternal grandfather, was a quartermaster-general in the Maryland line during the Revolution, and the intimate friend of LAFAYETTE, who, during his last visit to the United States, called personally upon the general's widow, and tendered her his acknowledgments for the services rendered to him by her husband. His great-grandfather, JOHN PoE, married, in England, JANE, a daughter of Admiral JAMES MCBRIDE, noted in British naval history, and claiming kindred with some of the most illustrious English families. His father and mother died within a few weeks of each other, of consumption, leaving him an orphan, at two years of age. Mr. JOHN ALLAN, a wealthy gentleman of Richmond, Virginia, took a fancy to him, and persuaded General PoE, his grandfather, to suffer him to adopt him. He was brought up in Mr. ALLAN's family; and as that gentleman had no other children, he was regarded as his son and heir. In 1816 he accompanied Mr. and Mrs. ALLAN to Great Britain, visited every portion of it, and afterward passed four or five years in a school kept at Stoke Newington, near London, by the Reverend Doctor BRANSBY. He returned to America in 1822, and in 1825 went to the Jefferson University, at Charlottesville, in Virginia, where he led a very dissipated life, the manners of the college being at that time extremely dissolute. He took the first honours, however, and went home greatly in debt. Mr. ALLAN refused to pay some of his debts of honour, and he hastily quitted the country on a Quixotic expedition to join the Greeks, then struggling for liberty. He did not reach his original destination, however, but made his way to St. Petersburg, in Russia, where he became involved in difficulties, from which he was extricated by Mr. MIDDLETON, the American consul at that place. He returned home in 1829, and immediately afterward entered the military academy at West Point. In about eighteen months from that time, Mr. ALLAN, who had lost his first wife while PoE was in Russia, married again. He was sixty-five years of age, and the lady was young; Poɛ quarrelled with her, and the veteran husband, taking the part of his wife, addressed him an angry letter, which was answered in the same spirit. He died soon after, leaving an infant son the heir to his vast property, and bequeathed Por nothing. The army, in the opinion of the young cadet, was not a place for a poor man, so he left West Point abruptly, and determined to maintain himself by authorship. The proprietor of a weekly literary gazette in Baltimore offered two premiums, one for the best prose story, and the other for the best poem. In due time PoE sent in two articles, and the examining committee, of whom Mr. KENNEDAY, the author of "HorseShoe Robinson," was one, awarded to him both the premiums, and took occasion to insert in the gazette a card under their signatures, in which he was very highly praised. Soon after this, he became associated with Mr. THOMAS W. WHITE in the conduct of the "Southern Literary Messenger," and he subsequently wrote for the "New York Review," and for several foreign periodicals. He is married, and now resides in Philadelphia, where he is connected with a popular monthly magazine. COLISEUM. TYPE of the antique Rome! rich reliquary Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair These vague entablatures, this broken frieze, "Not all," the echoes answer me, "not all, We rule the hearts of mightiest men; we rule, |