RECOLLECTION POETRY. OF AN ODD CHAPTER FROM A GERMAN NOVEL, READ MANY YEARS AGO. A MAIDEN and her father, A stranger, and their guide, Wandered upon a mountain That made the heaven its bride: The morning hours were past and gone, It was the high noontide. Rare was the maiden's beauty Her father, noble, proud; In silence rode they onward Toward clime of snow and cloud While guide and stranger walked beside, In meditation bowed. Far spreads the right-hand valley, At Mem'ry's call arise; The noontide hour was passing, For oft the mountain blast, With awful power, upon those heights White drifts in sudden cast. It is, it is upon them! They strive to brave its power- Wild as the mountain torrent Adown its rocky pathThe wildest, fiercest animal No fiercer moments hath The mountain tempest o'er them roared, Around them spent its wrath. The lady, faint and weary, Walked languidly and slow; She walked beside her father, Who scarce could stand or go While guide and stranger passed before And then the father slowly The maiden's sigh a plaint The guide took up, in kindness, Though he was weak and wan BY P. A. JORDAN. IN the still night, when the stars Twinkle quaintly through the hours; When the moon beams, dreaming, lay O'er the daylight's threaded way, Comes a vision to my heart Of a sweet time long ago Thou, O love! its empress art! Thou dost all its joys bestow In the shaded lane of yore, With the green leaves bending o'er; Still reveals the chosen place There the song-bird sings to-day, As of yore, his cheerful lay; There the cricket sings fore'er Madeline! forever gone! ""Tis a mystic minstrelsy, THE purest hour of bliss that nature knows, While zephyrs with their gentle breath touch light And, with its magic tones, weaves round the heart The sinking sun, with radiant glory crowned, Yon widening stream; while amber clouds, wreathed in Or, spreading forth their fleecy wings, mount up, Assumes her gentle sway, and, with soft tones That oft have soothed the troubled heart, breathes forth The holiest influence of her love, and wakes Fresh feelings of the soul that long to bathe Their pluméd wings in that vast fount whose waves Of purity for circling ages past Have rolled around the throne of God above. REMINISCENCES OF KILKEE BAY. BY M. H. FORTUNE. WHAT of thy billowy roll, Thou dark Atlantic tide? What of the bounding, foaming waves That lash the vessel's side? Mighty thou art, no doubt, and proud Sublimely grand in that spray-formed cloud; Wondrous the phosphorescent gleams Streaking thy breast with their fiery streams: Glorious thou art, O wondrous sea, Grand in thy wide immensity! Fierce in thy stormy bursts, and fair But there is a spot where thy waters glide Or gently ripple in sunny sleep There, there thou art fairest, O mighty deep! I see thee there-yet far away Ripple thy waves in that circling bay! Whitened and soft is the sparkling sand Where thou leavest the foam on its sloping strand; Rugged the shore where the sea-birds flock Back, in the eve, to their homes of rock; Green is the verdure high o'er thy foam, High o'er the steep of the sea-birds' home. And watched thee gleam in the bright noontide: Oft have I sat through the summer day And the cresting foam on the nearer bay- Memory clings to that far-off bay, Where still the waters in brightness leap There, there thou art fairest, O mighty deep! BLESS THE CHILDREN. Living all their childish years Rife with poverty and tears. BY H. MERRAN PARKE. BLESS the little children! Seeking for the daisies white, On the radiant floor of heaven, Love the little children! See them, with the good old Rover, Bless the little children! Bless the little children! THE DEW-DROP. BY "MARY NEAL." SWEET dew-drop, tell me why Thou left'st thy home in yon blue sky, Thy lovely Iris-home, And to this weary world art come? Bright drop, didst thou not know "Twas filled with anguish, sin, and woe? That naught so pure or fair, But must its pain and sorrow share? If thou shouldst make thy home Within the lily's pearly dome, (And meet, sweet drop, it were, That thou shouldst dwell in home so fair,) Some one would break the stem, And rudely shake thee hence, sweet gem; Then tread thee to the earth, As though thou wert of little worth. Or if thou chose to dwell Within the violet's azure bell, (And lovelier home, I ween, Was never on this dark earth seen.) Some careless passer-by Would crush the flower without a sigh, And thus of every charm Thee and thy lovely bower disarm. Or if thou shouldst prefer To deck the waving gossamer, And on its fairy threads To string thy tiny diamond beads Some rude blast, sweeping by, Would rend the thread that floats on high, And scatter down thy pearls, To be o'ertrod by passing churls. I had a dew-drop, bright And shed upon my brow A lovelier beam than diamond's glow Hath ever thrown around The fairest brow that e'er was crowned; But, transient as 'twas bright, Up to a heavenly home, And sparkles now in yon blue dome. Thus, all things bright and pure Must, while in this dark world, endure Their meed of earthly woes, Until in Heaven they find repose. Then, dew-drop, tell me why Thou left'st thy home in yon blue sky, Thy beauteous Iris-home, And to this desert earth art come? Lady, dost thou not know There is a balm for every woe, To draw thy hopes above, And fix them on a Father's love? My Father sent me here Only as His love-messenger, To raise a drooping flower, That would have faded in an hour: And, though I fall to earth, His power again will call me forth, A brighter, lovelier gem, To deck his rainbow diadem. And when I home return, My heart with gratitude will burn To Him who gave me power To call to life so fair a flower. Oh! often doth He send Me and my sisters bright, to tend "Twas thus thy dew-drop came, And kindled in thy heart a flame Of love, that could not dieThen left thee for its native sky. And thus thy heart, which twined Round things of earth, is now enshrined In yon bright heaven above, Where dwells this blossom of thy love. Now, lady, know'st thou why I left my home in yon blue sky, My lovely Iris-home, And to this weary world am come? And seest thou not that He But sent thine angel-one to thee, To draw thy hopes above, And fix them on a Father's love? STANZAS. BY A STRAY WAIP. WHEN fortune, with relentless frown, Why sink, sad soul, despairing down Ah no! A squalid usurer, Grief adds to every woe; 'Mid brooding gloom, sees phantoms stir, And formless perils grow. Who would a deadly adder press, Enraptured, to his breast? Then why, sad soul, the grief caress Away with grief! In evil hour, O'er buried joys fresh flow'rets spring, Materials.-Six shades of scarlet 4-thread Berlin wool, six skeins of each shade; three shades of blue green, five skeins of each; five shades of amber, three skeins of each; the lightest to be a bright lemon, the darkest deep claret; two skeins of middle tint violet or lilac wool. Two reels of Evans's boar's head drab cotton, No. 6. Steel crotchet hook, No. 16. 1st row.-Darkest shade of scarlet, this cover must not be worked tightly, but worked so that the cotton and wool shall work easily together; the size when worked will be twenty-seven inches in diameter. Make a chain of 9 stitches, unite the ends, make 3 long under the chain,* 3 chain, 3 more long under the same, repeat from,* 3 times more, 3 chain, unite and draw the wool to the back, cut it off and tie it securely, this must be done at every row. 2d row.-Next shade, 3 long under the 3 chain, 3 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 3 chain, repeat from, 4 times more. 3d row.-Next shade,* 3 long under the 3 chain between the 6 long stitches, 3 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 3 chain, de under the next 3 chain, 3 chain, repeat from,* 4 times more. 4th row.-Next shade, 3 long under the 3 chain between the 6 long stitches, 3 chain, 3 more long under the same, 5 chain, de on de, 5 chain, repeat from, 4 times more. 5th row.-Next shade, 3 long under the 3 chain between the 6 long stitches, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 5 chain, de into the third loop from the last long stitch in last row, 5 chain, de into third loop from de stitch in last row, 5 chain, repeat from beginning, 4 times more. 6th row.-Lightest shade, 3 long under the 3 chain, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, repeat from beginning, 4 times more. 7th row. Commence again with the darkest shade, 3 long under the 5 chain between the 6 long stitches, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, repeat from 4 times more. 8th row. Next shade, 3 long under the 5 chain between the 6 long stitches at the point, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 5 chain, de into centre of 5 chain, 5 chain, de into centre of 5 chain, 3 chain, 3 long under the next 5 chain, 3 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 3 chain, de into centre of 5 chain, 5 chain, de into centre of 5 chain, 5 chain, repeat from beginning. 9th row. Next shade, 3 long under the 5 chain at the point, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same |