OH, THIS LOVE!

AFTER THE MANNER OF JESS M'FARLANE.

OH, this love-this love!

I aince the passion slighted ;
But hearts that truly love,

Must break or be united.

Oh, this love!

When first he cam' to woo,
I little cared aboot him;

But soon I felt as though

I cou'd na' live without him!
Oh, this love!

He brought to me the ring,

My hand ask'd o' my mither

I cou'd na' bear the thought

That he should tak' anither.

Oh, this love!

And now, I'm a' his ain,

In a' his joys I mingle;

No' for the wealth of warlds,

Would I again be single!

Oh, this love!

THE BEAM OF DEVOTION.

I NEVER could find a good reason, Why sorrow unbidden should stay, And all the bright joys of life's season, Be driven unheeded away.

Our cares would wake no more emotion,
Were we to our lot but resign'd

Than pebbles flung into the ocean,
That leave scarce a ripple behind.

The world has a spirit of beauty,
Which looks upon all for the best,
And while it discharges its duty,

To Providence leaves all the rest;
That spirit's the beam of devotion,

It lights us through life to its close, And sets like the sun in the ocean,

More beautiful far than it rose.

AU REVOIR.

Love left one day his leafy bower,
And roam'd in sportive vein,
Where Vanity had built a tower,
For Fashion's sparkling train.
The mistress to see he requested,
Of one who attended the door :

"Not home," said the page, who suggested That he'd leave his card.-"Au revoir."

Love next came to a lowly bower

A maid, who knew no guile,

Unlike the lady of the tower,

Received him with a smile.

Since then the cot beams with his brightness,

Though often at Vanity's door,

Love calls, merely out of politeness,

And just leaves his card.-"Au revoir."

"LOVE, HONOUR AND OBEY."

WHEN Love in myrtle shades reposed-
His bow and darts behind him slung-
As dewy twilight round him closed,
Lisette these numbers sung:

"Oh, love! thy sylvan bower

I'll fly while I've the power;

Thy primrose way leads maids where they

Love, honour and obey!"

"Escape," the boy-god said, "is vain!"

And shook the diamonds from his wings:

"I'll bind thee captive in my train,

Fairest of earthly things!"

"Go, lovely archer, go!

I freedom's value know:

Then hence away,

to none I'll say

Love, honour and obey!"

"Speed, arrow, to thy mark," he cried

Swift as a ray of light it flew !
Love spread his purple pinions wide,
And faded from her view!

Joy fill'd that maiden's eyes—
Twin load-stars from the skies!-

And one bright day, her lips did say
"Love, honour and obey !"

BESSY BELL.

WHEN life looks drear and lonely, love,

And pleasant fancies flee,

Then will the muses only, love,

Bestow a thought on me!

Mine is a harp which pleasure, love,

To waken strives in vain,

To Joy's entrancing measure, love,

It ne'er can thrill again!

Why mock me, Bessy Bell?