A SKETCH. ER Leghorn hat was of the bright gold tint The setting sunbeams give to autumn clouds; The ribbon that encircled it as blue As spots of sky upon a moonless night, A promise from on high to a lost world, Her robe seemed of the snow just fallen to earth, Pure from its home in the far winter clouds, As white, as stainless; and around her waist (You might have spanned it with your thumb and finger), A girdle of the hue of Indian pearls Was twined, resembling the faint line of water That follows the swift bark o'er quiet seas. People a world of their own fashioning, The visiting angels of our twilight dreams. Listening the wind-harp's song, and watching by But 'twas that foot which broke the spell—alas! DOMESTIC HAPPINESS. The only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall. B I. ESIDE the nuptial curtain bright," The bard of Eden sings, "Young Love his constant lamp will light, And wave his purple wings." But rain-drops from the clouds of care May bid that lamp be dim, And the boy Love will pout and swear 'Tis then no place for him. II. So mused the lovely Mrs. Dash For Vandervoort and Flandin, III. "More?" cried the husband, half asleep, "You'll drive me to despair; The lady was too proud to weep, And too polite to swear. She bit her lip for very spite, He felt a storm was brewing, And dreamed of nothing else all night, But brokers, banks, and ruin. IV. He thought her pretty once, but dreams Have sure a wondrous power, For to his eye the lady seems Quite altered since that hour; And Love, who on their bridal eve Forgot his promise, took French leave, And bore his lamp away. MAGDALEN." I. SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wet A heart that worshipped in Romance And dreams of knight, and steed, and lance, My joy, whate'er my destiny. II. Born in a camp, its watch-fires bright I longed, like her, for other skies |