"O, that the folded skirts of time
Would shed on memory's swift eye

A starless night, and, in some mystic fashion,
Dim it perpetually!

"O vision of the past, why rise

To fret me in the day and night?

Why rise to make me sad with joyless pleasure,
Why rise with false delight?"

Thus spoke I, resting in the place,
Where resting long, ah! long ago,

A cup of bliss was given in full, full measure, 'Twas like to overflow.

For there, what time the honied winds Crept from the South with silent feet, And laid on meads, already perfume-laden. A rare, unwonted sweet,.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

J. M.

FORBIDDEN now-and yet from childhood's days, Increasing with each year, our love had

grown;

It seems but yesterday those downcast eyes Were wont with looks of love to meet mine

own.

I left her in a quiet country home,

Free from the taint of fashionable life,A gentle, truthful, simple-hearted girl, Fair promise of a loving, faithful wife.

A soldier's duty called me to the field,For three long years war kept me from her side;

But ere we parted, clinging to my heart,

She told her love, and vowed to be my bride.

Through all the hardships of a long campaign
I cherished as my life that parting vow;
I little thought that, when we met again,
My love would greet me as she greets me now.

Alas, I find that beauty such as hers

Ambitious parents knew could well be sold; What was our love to them? An honest heart Weighed a mere trifle when compared with gold.

She yielded to her mother's harsh command,Those charms have found the noble price they sought;

An aged lord with title-deeds and wealth

Her beauty-not her loving heart-has bought.

MY LOVE AND I.

WE never spoke a word of love,
We never named its name,
As through the leafy wood, and down
The shadowed path we came;
And yet and yet-I almost think,
Although I can't tell why,
His love is mine, and mine is his;
We're ours-my love and I.

Here let me sit, and live in thought
Those blissful hours again,
And ere I hoard them in my heart
Their sap and sweetness drain.
The bluebells hung their fair young heads
Beneath the bluer sky;

We talked of trivial, common things,-
We talked-my love and I.

And once-how well I know the spot-
We stopped beside the brook,
And saw the gurgling waters, as

Their sunlit way they took.

My eyes met his, the soul of love

In that brief glance did lie,

My eyelids drooped-we watched the stream Flow past-my love and I.

Yet wafted by thee on the wings of the spirit, Thy haunts by the mountain and stream I explore.

I hear, as I listen, the voice of the rill,
Where thou and thy shade are coquetting for

ever,

Beseeching the wavelets in vain to be still, That leaflet and image may mingle together.

Or I see thee on hills where the heather is sweet, And all the day long the lark sings in the skies, Still seeking to lure me, with loving deceit, From the nest where his mate with her little ones lies.

Wild-deer are browsing at ease in the covert,

Harebell and daisy-buds hide in its shadowBreezes are kissing thee fresh from the clover, And bearing thy seed back again to the mead

OW.

Ay, and those breezes my forehead are fanning; Scenting my hair with the breath of the flowers, And sunbeams unsickened by town-mists are fanning

Cheeks sodden before by the toil of long hours.

Hark to that sound! the work-bell is ringing; Vanish the mountain, the streamlet, and lea; Mute is the lark, or I hear not its singing, And I in my garret gaze sadly on thee.

Yet short as the dream, it shall not be in vain That it gave me one moment the joys of the free;

When pining and sad beneath poverty's chain, My soul shall find gladness in gazing on thee.

With thee it shall once more revisit the clover; Shall sit by the stream as it tenderly sighs, Still hoping and dreaming, life's work-a-day over, To soar like the lark, and to sing in the skies. -Chambers's Journal

SEPTEMBER.

I.-MORNING.

THE wasp feeds in the hollow peach;
The thistle-down is blowing, blowing;
The fern is dead; and the morning red
In the eastern cloud is glowing.
The holly oak-staff is broken in two,
And the weed-fires are all flaring;
Time is shaking the sluggish sands,
And the year, the year is wearing.

II-EVENING.

The clouds bank up in sullen heaps,
And the mist is drifting, drifting;
In slanting lines, through the coppery pines,
The peevish rain is sifting.

In the west, upon a golden shore,

Night's blackest waves are breaking; And in the rain and wind, the leaves With palsied fear are shaking.

EVERLASTING FLOWERS.

I SEND thee but a simple gift,

A little bunch of dry, crisp flowers, Still rainbow-colored, though 'tis long

Since sunshine fed them, or the showers.

Mere phantoms of those thoughts of love
Whose flying seeds from Eden blew;
God's hand in pity sent them forth,
If Talmud legends are but true.

Dear, promise me that when I'm dead,

You'll press within my clay-cold hand The same bright everlasting flowers;

I'll bear them through the Silent Land.

I shall not need remembrances

Of thee, my own; but still I'll keep These always with me through the dim, Sad shadow of Death's long, long sleep.

Dark waters, in thy blackest gulf

Dark valley, in thy ghastliest cleft, I'll guard these flowers, the types of love, Though nothing but these flowers be left.

Come flame and torture for my sins,

Or Mercy ope the golden portal, Still, still I'll grasp those changeless flowers, To prove my boundless love immortal.

-Trübner's Am. & Oriental Lit. Record.

NOTES ON RECENT BOOKS.

Messrs. Ticknor & Fields have added Barnaby Rudge to their highly popular "Diamond" series of Dickens.

The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier. -Complete edition. Boston: Ticknor & Fields. All of Whittier's poetry is here collected together in a neat Diamond edition, which matches the Tennyson and Longfellow, in the same style, issued by the same house. The type is small-too small for general use-but it is a convenient and inexpensive, and at the same time neat edition.

Ned Nevins, the News-Boy; or, Street Life in Boston. By Henry Morgan (Poor Man's Preacher). Illustrated. Boston: Lee and Shepard, 1867. This purports to be the fourteenth thousand. We do not wonder at its popularity and rapid sale. It is a capital story, full of spirit and incident. The characters for the most part are taken from real life. The author's experience and observation as a missionary among the poor of Boston, have furnished him with his facts, which he has worked up into a book of decided interest which thousands of boys will read with interest and be profited by the reading.

Kathrina: her Life and Mine. By J. G. HOLLAND, Author of "Bitter Sweet." New York: Charles Scribner & Co., 1867. "Bitter Sweet," Dr. Holland's only previous poetical production, was a great success-nearly one hundred thousand copies having been already sold, and the demand still large. Kathrina will unquestionably achieve equal if not greater success. The author has a vein of poetry peculiar to himself. He has the

power to touch the popular heart in a remarkable degree. He is never dreamy or mystical, or recondite, or unnatural in conception or expression, but thoroughly understandable. His style is never stilted, or conceited. While he never rises into the highest forms of poetry, he carries the reader along by an irresistible current of sympathy and pathos, till he finds it difficult to stop, and leaves him no time of disposition to criticise. The scene of Kathrina is laid in the charming valley of the Connecticut, and its descriptions of natural scenery faithful and graceful. The object of the poem is to illustrate the influence of a Christian woman over an infidel man-in this instance her husband -and most touchingly and powerfully is it illustrated. Kathrina should not be judged of simply for its literary merits, superior as they are; on the higher level of Christian influence it is deserving of all praise.

Wool-Gathering. By GAIL HAMILTON. Boston: Ticknor & Fields, 1867. This will prove among the most popular of this authoress's writings. It is lively, gossipy, descriptive of scenery, interspersed with incidents of travel, making a lively, fresh, and entertaining book. Some things in the book are not worth printing; and Gail Hamilton's self esteem and assumption of superior wisdom occasionally crop out unpleasantly, but as a whole we commend the work as likely to amuse a leisure hour.

The Theology of the Greek Poets. By W. S. TYLER, Professor of Greek in Amherst College. Boston: Draper & Halliday, 1867. This is a highly scholarly production. The matter origi nally appeared in the form of articles in the old Biblical Repository, the American Theological Review, and the Bibliotheca Sacra, and they attracted the attention of scholars at the time, and the author now, at the request of many friends, presents them in this form. Prof. Tyler is one of the best Greek scholars in the country, and the culture and teaching of Greek literature have been the choice and business of his life. And we have in this volume the matured results of his studies bearing upon the interesting and important subject under discussion. Scholars especially will find it a valuable contribution to our literature.

The Votary. A narrative poem. By JAMES D. HEWETT. New York: G. W. Carleton & Co., 1867. Quite a lengthy poem, possessing some merit, but not likely to make a very profound impression.

Weather Chart; a diagram showing the effects of the meteorological influences on mortality in the city of New York for the year 1866. The purpose of this diagram is by waved lines to convey to the mind, through the eye, statistical facts in such a way that all may not only be interested, but enabled to see the relation which one fact has to another. A card accompanies the chart, which not only explains it, but contains directions for constructing simple diagrams whereby the influence of weather, humidity, etc., upon mortality may be easily noted and preserved for reference. Dr. Thoms, the author, is a professor in the N.Y. Nautical School, and D. Appleton & Co. are the publishers.

The Handy-Volume Shakespeare. New York: Wynkoop & Sherwood, 18 Beekman st., 1867. This is a new and exceedingly neat edition of the greatest

of all the English poets. It has been reproduced by the "Bradstreet Press," from the English edition, a few copies of which have recently been imported into this country. The American is in every respect quite equal to the English edition, and in the item of binding especially decidedly superior to it. The text has been arranged with the utmost care and with the purpose to conform it as nearly as possible to the reading of the original copies. The edition is embraced in thirteen small, neat, and delicately gotten up volumes, printed on tinted paper, and bound in various styles to suit different tastes, and the whole incased in a neat paper box. It is for its size by far the most attractive edition we ever saw of Shakspeare, and it is sold at a moderate price. We are not surprised to learn that several thousand sets have been sold, although it has been published but a few weeks. It is quite certain to prove a success.

This we believe is the first venture of this new publishing-house, which, composed as it is of two young and enterprising men, who are not ignorant of the business, and who have many friends to wish them success and to back them, we trust is destined to a long and honorable career.

SCIENCE.

The Periodical Variations of Temperature.-M. St. Claire-Deville has been publishing a second series of his investigations on the above interesting meteorological subject. He has established, in one of his former memoirs, that there exists a certain depending connection in the movement of the mean temperature of four days, placed on the ecliptic at an angle of 90° one from the other, for the four months (opposed two by two) of February, May, August, and November, which contain the critical days, known by the ancients under the name of the three saints of ice (May 11, 12, 13), and the summer of Saint Martin (November 11). In this new work he shows that the fact is general, and that this connection or mutual dependence of the four opposite days exists during the whole of the year; whether we take into consideration a considerable cycle-110 years at Berlin, 90 years at Vienna, 50 at London, 40 at Prague and Edinburgh, 30 at Brussels, 24 at Toulouse, 21 at Paris-or that we take in this point of view an isolated year (1864) on several European stations. The former, depending upon the same data, establishes, in fine, that this connection is evident also when we combine twelve by twelve the days separated one from the other by 30° of the ecliptic. The latter phenomenon constitutes the meteorological month, as the season was established by the consideration of the quadruple days.

Alteration of the Freezing-point in Thermometers. -Dr. J. P. Fowler, F.R.S., has recorded an important fact in connection with the alteration of the freezing-point in thermometers which have been for some time in use. Having had in his possession, and in frequent use, for nearly a quarter of a century, two thermometers, of which he has from time to time taken the freezingpoints, he thinks the results of some interest. Both thermometers are graduated on the stem, and are, he believes, the first in this country

The total rise has been, therefore, 31 of a degree Fahrenheit. The other thermometer is not so sensitive, having less than four divisions to the degree. The total rise of its freezing-point has only 6 of a degree; but this is probably owing to the time which elapsed between its construction and the first observation being rather greater than in the case of the other thermometer. The rise of the two thermometers has been almost identical during the last nineteen years.-Pop. Science Review.

Newspaper Zoology.-The Pall Mall Gazette has published the following interesting note:-"The Courier de Saigon reports some extraordinary items of natural history from the land of the Anamites. There is a certain fish, called Ca-ong in the language of the country, which has distinguished itself to that degree that the King has bestowed upon it the proud title of "Nam hai dui bnong gnan," which, as every body knows, means 'Great General of the South Sea.' It appears that this laudable fish is in the habit of quietly paddling round the ships near the coast until somebody tumbles overboard. He then seizes him instantly, and, instead of eating him, gently carries him in his mouth to the shore. At Wung-tau, near St. James's Cape, they keep a skeleton of this extraordinary philanthropist. It is about thirty-five feet long, possesses front teeth like an elephant, very large eyes, a black skin very smooth, a tail like a lobster, and two wings on the back."

November Meteors.-From India we hear that the November meteors were well seen at Kishnagur, fifty miles north of Calcutta. Places from which the shower is now known to have been seen range over a full fourth of the earth's surface.

The popular belief that the moon exerts an influ ence on the wind, has been tested by Mr. Glaisher, by seven years of wind observations (1840-1847), taken at the Royal Observatory, Greenwich; and he finds reason to conclude that the belief is supported by fact. He tabulates his data, and so obtains the direction of the wind for every lunation throughout the period. The most prevalent winds are the south-westerly; north comes next; and the lowest is south-east. During the seven years, the south-east wind blew for 482 hours; the east wind, 2,226 hours; the west wind, 3,236 hours; the south wind, 4,234 hours; the north wind, 4,816 hours; and the south-west, 6,684 hours; and in the same period there were nearly 15,000 hours of calm.

A letter lately received states that the volcanic disturbances at Santorin have not yet ceased. The new