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A HEALTH.

BY MISS ELIZABETH C. CLINCH.

FILL high the cup !--the young

and

gay Are met with bounding hearts to-night; And sunny smiles around us play,

And eyes are sparkling bright: Let wit and song the hours beguile,

But yet, amid this festal cheer, Oh, let us pause to think awhile

Of him who is not here.

Fill high the cup!-yet ere its brim

One young and smiling lip has pressed, Oh, pledge each sparkling drop to him

Now far o'er ocean's breast ! The cordial wish each lip repeats,

By every heart is echoed here; For none within this circle beats,

To whom he is not dear.

A sudden pause in festive glee

What thought hath hushed the thought of mirth, Hath checked each heart's hilarity,

And given to sadness birth? 0! read it the shades steal

Across each animated brow; The wish none utters, yet all feel,

“ Would he were with us now !"

Yet chase away each vain regret,

And let each heart be gay ;
Trust me, the meeting hour shall yet

Each anxious thought repay.
Is not his spirit with us now?

Yes! wheresoe'er his footsteps roam, The wanderer's yearning heart can know

No resting-place-but home!

Then smile again, and let the song

Pour forth its music sweet and clearWhat magic to those notes belong

Which thus chain every ear! Soft eyes are filled with tears—what spell

So suddenly hath called them there? That strain-ah, yes! we know it well;

It is his favourite air.

With every note how forcibly

Return the thoughts of other days !
The shaded brow, the drooping eye,

Are present to our gaze.
With all around his looks are blent ;

His form, is it not gliding there?
And was it not his voice which sent

That echo on the air ?

One wish, with cordial feeling fraught

Breathe we for him ere yet we part, That for each high and generous thought

That animates his heart,

That Power which gives us happiness,

A blessing on his head would pour ! Oh! could affection wish him less ?

Yet, could we ask for more ?

LOVED, LOST ONE, FARE THEE WELL.

BY JOHN INMAN.

LOVED, lost one, fare thee well-too harsh the doom

That called thee thus in opening life away;
Tears fall for thee; and at thy early tomb

I come at each return of this blest day,
When evening hovers near, with solemn gloom,

The pious debt of sorrowing thought to pay,
For thee, blest spirit, whose loved form alone
Here mouldering sleeps, beneath this simple stone.

But memory claims thee still ; and slumber brings

Thy form before me as in life it came; Affection conquers death, and fondly clings

Unto the past, and thee, and thy loved name ; And hours glide swiftly by on noiseless wings,

While sad discourses of thy loss I frame, With her the friend of thy most tranquil years, Who mourns for thee with grief too deep for tears.

Sunday evening. THE MIDNIGHT BALL.

BY MISS ELIZABETH BOGART.

SHE's bid adieu to the midnight ball,

And cast the gems aside, Which glittered in the lighted hall :

Her tears she cannot hide. She weeps not that the dance is o'er,

The music and the song ; She weeps not that her steps no more

Are follow'd by the throng:

Her memory seeks. one form alone

Within that crowded hall;
Her truant thoughts but dwell on one

At that gay midnight ball.
And thence her tears unbidden flow-

She's bid adieu to him ;
The light of love is darkened now

All other lights are dim.

She throws the worthless wreath away

That decked her shining hair ;
She tears apart the bright bouquet

Of flowrets rich and rare.
The leaves lie scattered at her feet,

She heeds not where they fall;
She sees in them an emblem meet

To mark the midnight ball.

A CARELESS, SIMPLE BIRD.

BY THEODORE S. FAY.

A CARELESS, simple bird, one day

Flutt'ring in Flora's bowers, Fell in a cruel trap, which lay All hid among the flowers,

Forsooth, the pretty, harmless flowers.

The spring was closed; poor, silly soul,

He knew not what to do,
Till, squeezing through a tiny hole,
At length away he flew,

Unhurt-at length away he flew.

And now from every fond regret

And idle anguish free,
He, singing, says, “ You need not set
Another trap for me,

False girl ! another trap for me."

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