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I opened my gate; who there should stand

The waves roll so gayly O.

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But a fair lady, with a cup in her hand,

Love me true!

The cup was gold and full of wine,

The waves roll so gayly O,

"Drink," said the lady, "and I will be thine," Love me true!

"Enter my castle, lady fair,"

The waves roll so gayly O,

"You shall be queen of all that's there,"

Love me true!

A gray old harper sang to me,
The waves roll so gayly O,

“Beware of the Damsel of the Sea!”
Love me true!

In hall he harpeth many a year,
The waves roll so gayly O,

And we will sit his song to hear,
Love me true!

"I love thee deep, I love thee true," The waves roll so gayly O,

“But ah! I know not how to woo," Love me true!

Down dashed the cup, with a sudden shock,
The waves roll so gayly O,

The wine like blood ran over the rock,
Love me true!

She said no word, but shrieked aloud,
The waves roll so gayly O,

And vanished away from where she stood,
Love me true!

I locked and barred my castle door,
The waves roll so gayly O,
Three summer days I grievèd sore,
Love me true!

For myself a day, a night,

The waves roll so gayly O, And two to moan that lady bright, Love me true!

JOHANNA AMBROSIUS.

AMBROSIUS, JOHANNA, a talented German poet and story-writer; born at Lengwethen, East Prussia, August 3, 1851. Daughter of an artisan, and married in 1874 to a peasant's son by the name of Voigt, she led the hard life of a peasant woman till in middle age she wrote verses, which were published in a weekly newspaper; their success led to the publication of other poems and stories of hers, which have had extremely wide circulation.

INVITATION.

How long wilt stand outside and cower?
Come straight within, beloved guest.
The winds are fierce this wintry hour:
Come, stay awhile with me and rest.
You wander begging shelter vainly
A weary time from door to door;
I see what you have suffered plainly:
Come, rest with me and stray no more!

And nestle by me, trusting-hearted;
Lay in my loving hands your head:
Then back shall come your peace departed,
Through the world's baseness long since fled;
And deep from out your heart upspringing,
Love's downy wings will soar to view,
The darling smiles like magic bringing
Around your gloomy lips anew.

Come, rest myself will here detain you,
So long as pulse of mine shall beat;
Nor shall my heart grow cold and pain you,
Till carried to your last retreat.

You gaze at me in doubting fashion,
Before the offered rapture dumb;
Tears and still tears your sole expression:
Bedew my bosom with them - come!

DO THOU LOVE, Too.
THE waves they whisper
In Luna's glance,
Entrancing music

For the nixies' dance.
They beckon, smiling,
And wavewise woo,
While softly plashing:
"Do thou love, love!"

In blossoming lindens
Doves fondly rear
Their tender fledglings
From year to year.
With never a pausing,
They bill and coo,
And twitter gently:-

"Do thou love, too!"

SAINT AMBROSE.

AMBROSE, OF AMBROSIUS, SAINT, a father of the Latin Church, born at Treves, Prussia, about A. D. 340; died at Milan, Italy, in April, 394. He was Bishop of Milan from 375.

PRAYER OF SAINT AMBROSE.

BEFORE the ending of the day,
Creator of the world, we pray
That with Thy wonted favor, Thou
Wouldst be our guard and keeper now.
From all ill dreams defend our sight,
From fears and terrors of the night;
Withhold from us our ghostly foe,
That spot of sin we may not know.
Our Father, that we ask be done,
Through Jesus Christ, Thine only Son;
Who, with the Holy Ghost and Thee,
Doth live and reign eternally.

EDMONDO DE AMICIS.

AMICIS, EDMONDO DE, a distinguished Italian traveller and writer; born at Oneglia in Liguria, October 21, 1846. From 1865 till the occupation of Rome by the Italian army he was in the military service of King Victor Emanuel's government; then he returned to civil life at Turin, devoting himself wholly to literature, in which he had already won distinction by several graphic sketches of camp life. Among his writings of this kind the most noteworthy are: "Army Life" (1869) and "Recollections of 1870-71." Of novels we have from his pen: "The College Friends," "A Great Day," "The Paternal Home" (1872), and "Cuore" (Hearts), published in English as "The Heart of a Schoolboy." His works of travel including "Spain," "Recollections of London," "Holland," "Constantinople," "Recollections of Paris," "Morocco" - have had a very wide circulation, and have been translated into several languages. He has published also a volume of "Verses."

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THE WOUNDED VIDETTE.1

(From "Military Life in Italy.")

lr was growing dark. The streets of the city were full of people. Those shops which are generally open during the evening were in great part closed, and the remainder were being shut one by one. Here and there, at the corners, on the squares, in front of the cafés, on the steps of the churches, were groups of men and boys, who were talking in low and excited voices, turning from time to time to look around them in order to see that no suspicious person was listening. There was a continuous descent of people from the houses to the street; they stopped a moment on the doorway, looked to the right and left as if uncertain which way to go, and then mingled in the crowd. In the whispering of the crowd, although it was much denser and more noisy than usual, there was perceptible a suppressed and almost timid tone. Now and then a knot of people crossed the street hurriedly, and behind them a long train of gamins who made way for themselves between the legs of the people with their

1 Copyright by G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York.

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