We've wandered on in sunny weather, When winds were low, and flowers in bloom, And hand in hand have kept together, And still will keep, 'mid storm and gloom, Endeared by ties we could not know When life was young,-ten years ago! Has fortune frowned? Her frowns were vain! For hearts like ours she could not chill. Have friends proved false? Their love might wane! Twin barks on this world's changing wave, Stedfast in calms-in tempests tried In concert still our fate we'll brave; Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our first-born blossom die? Hoped till the shade of hope had fled, Then wept till feeling's fount was dry? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour To think-mid mutual tears and sighsOur bud had left its earthly bower And burst to bloom in Paradise? What to the thought that soothed that woe Yes, it is sweet, when Heaven is bright, Then dry those tears though something changed Time that hath friends and hopes estranged, N A. A. W. LINES SENT WITH AN HOUR GLASS TO A LADY ON NEW YEAR'S DAY. YES all things fade away That the soul cherishes and seeks on earth;— Youth hath its favoured hour, Of fancies, and high hopes, and dazzling dreams ; And Manhood's hour comes next, Fevered and filled with the world's active thought; Schemes, and ambitions ;―till the spirit vexed,— Finds that its hour hath fled-and left it nought! Shortest and last is thine, Wasted in vain regrets and memories-Age! Thus pleasure hath its hour! And grief, and pain, and peril have no more; On-conqueror of the earth! And fold not yet thy world-destroying wing! Thy end will come, Oh Time! When thou, a conqueror shalt conquered be; No more remembered-in Eternity! Leeds Intelligencer. M. J. J. THE COVENANTER'S HEATHER-BED. This poem, suggested by the picture representing the Temptation of St Anthony, by Teniers, exemplifies the different aspect which the same subject and situation would assume when clothed in the images supplied by Scottish Puritanism. A STORMY night and dark, had closed a gloomy day, His feet were tired and damp, with the clays of many a hill, When the powers of darkness thronged with persevering spite, To tempt his weary soul mid the visions of the night. And first a black one came, and said, with scornful eye, "You boldly walk by day, while sunshine warms the ground; The breeze cheers up your heart, and the wild bee hums around But when our dark hour comes, your songs and vaunts decrease And, trusting to your works, you fain would sleep in peace;― But if in works you trust, I have witnesses behind, Who can speak of former deeds, and recall them to your mind.' And then straightway the fiend for another fiend made room, • When with her you would sit, one plaid encircled both, 'Twas sunset in the world around;- Nor grief, nor mirth, were burning there, But moods like these, the human mind, But though all pleasures take their flight, This sunset, that dull night will shade,— For me, when far from here! M. J. J. IMPROMPTU TO LADY HOLLAND ON NAPOLEON'S LEGACY OF A SNUFF BOX. BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ. GIFT of the Hero, on his dying day, To her, whose pity watched, for ever nigh; Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray, This relic lights up on her generous eye, Sighing, he'd feel how easy 'tis to pay A friendship all his kingdoms could not buy. Animula vagula, blandula, O THOU wondrous arch of azure, By their dread magnificence!— O ye keen and gusty mountains, On whose marge I loved to lie! All the charms that earth discloses, O ye birds, whose matin chorus Swelled the hymn of thankfulness; O domestic ties endearing, Which still chain my soul to earth! O ye friends, whose converse cheering Winged the hours with social mirth! Songs of gladness, chasing sadness, Wine's delight without its madness, Must I must I from ye fly, . Bid ye all adieu-and die! |