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The lady, faint and weary,

Walked languidly and slow; She walked beside her father,

Who scarce could stand or goWhile guide and stranger passed before

Amid the kneedeep snow

And then the father slowly

Dropped, wearily and faintHe cannot travel farther;

The maiden's sigh a plaint of more than weariness disclosed,

Yet uttered no complaint.

In the shaded lane of yore,
With the green leaves bending o'er;
Near a crystal spring, o'ergrown
By deep velvet moss, a stone
Still marks the sacred spot,

Still reveals the chosen place
Where I found so much of joy,

'Neath the droopings of thy faco. There the song-bird sings today, As of yore, bis cheerful lay; There the cricket sings fore'er Through the summer hours: how doar Was its plaintive song to thee,

Madeline! forever gone! “ 'Tis a mystic minstrelsy,

"Tis a sweet and holy song."

The guide took up, in kindness,

And bore the father on;
The traveller took the maiden,

Though he was weak and wan

REMINISCENCES OF KILKEE BAY.

BY . H. FORTUNL

Thus, when silence wraps us round,
Tread I consecrated ground:
Tarry, as in days of yore,
On my childhood's flowery shore:
Happy in my soul to find,

'Mid the wreck of after years, One summer spot to bind

My heart, and dry its tears.

Madeline! forever blest,
Nevermore to be distressed
By the feverish ills of life,
By its cares and heavy strife,
As, 'mid deserts far away,

Maidens worship one lone starSo from earth I turn away

To thy dwelling-place afar.

WAAT 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
Glitter thy waves in the noonday glare!
But there is a spot where thy waters glide
Glist'ningly sweet in the summer tide;
Where thy shore-pent waves in their fury roar,
Deep 'mid the caves of a rocky shore;
Or gently ripple in sunny sleep-
There, there thou art fairest, O mighty deep!

Oh, sweet Madeline! once more
Meet my spirit on this shore;
Tarry by my side again;
Sing once more love's melting strain;
Drive this sadness from my heart

By one angel kiss of thine:
Lead my spirit where thou art,

Lest forever here I pine.

SUNSET MUSINGS.

BY JOHN M. EVAX8.

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.
I've seen thee oft in thy hours of pride,
And watched thee gleam in the bright noontide:
But quivering moon-beams may rest in vain
On thy brightened wave in the far out main;
The land-bird's tremulous wing may glide
Lightly and swift o'er the near-shore tide;
Wooing the eye to thy glorious spray,
Or the foam thou bear'st on thy swell away;
In vain, for far in that circled spot
Tremble the waves I have ne'er forgot;
Glitters thy tide in its brightest gleel
There, there thou art fairest, O mighty sea !

The purest hour of bliss that nature knows,
Is at the day's decline, when o'er the earth
Is shed a holy glow of calm content,
That mingles with the feelings of the soul
In sweetest union blent. The vesper hymns
Of woodland songsters fill the scented grove,
Where creeping vines o'erarching tree-tops bend
Beneath their purple load of luscious fruit,
While zephyrs with their gentle breath touch light
The dark green foliage of the ancient wood,
And sport with glee amid its lofty boughs.
The murmur of some distant waterfall,
With music low and sweet, steals on the ear,
And, with its magic tones, weaves round the heart
Its strongest spell of dreamy bliss.
The sinking sun, with radiant glory crowned,
Now flings o'er all his lingering lovely rays,
Whose silver feet dance on the ripples of
Yon widening stream; while amber clouds, wreathed in
Fantastic forms, impelled by evening's breath,
Lie cradled on the mountain's rugged brow;
Or, spreading forth their fleecy wings, mount up,
And with the night dissolve in silver dews.
The busy hum of labor now has ceased;
No longer ringing through the forest shades
Is heard the woodman's axe--but all is still;
And, as the lengthened shadows of the even
Are falling o'er the lea-when woodbine sweets
Float gently round-when twilight's curtain falls,
Peace, like a spirit of diviner birth,
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 plumed wings in that vast fount whose waves
Of purity for circling ages past
Ilave rolled around the throne of God above.

Oft have I sat through the summer day
At the rocky edge of that land-kissed bay;
There, where the tide, with a bending sweep,
Mingles in peace with the farout deep;
There, where the ledge-nooked cliff is crowned
Verdantly green all the summer round!
And the foaming waves at its rugged base
Circle the rocks in their damp embrace.
There, where the wave in its breaking fall
Bursts through the rocky and creviced wall;
Rushes in pride up the sloping steep,
Then fast recedes to its parent deep:
There have I sat till the evening shado
Muntled the spot where the late sun played;
Till the power of the o'erstrained eye was vain
To pierce through haze on the widespread main;
Till I lost the white sail far away,
And the cresting foam on the nearer bay-
And striven in vain through the spell to glide
That bound me fast to its dark’ning side;
Till the deepest shades of the eve came on,
And the faintest gleam from its breast bad gone.
And even now, at this distant day,
Memory clings to that far off bay,
Where still the waters in brightness leap-
There, there thou art fairest, O mighty deep!

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The lady sat in the twilight

The pride of the festal day; She had sbone the fairest and brightest

In her jewelled and rich array. Soft words in her ear had whispered

Their homage to beauty's queen, The mistress of lordly Haddon,

And many a broad demesne.

Love the little children!
Darling little children!
See them, with the good old Rover,
Softly push each other over
On the beds of scented clover
See the little winsome Mary
(One would deem her some lost fairy)
Struggling 'mong the pink-eyed flowers
As the blossoms fall in showers,
Thrown by Charlie-Wayward brother-
While she, kind, and loving other,
Lifts her from the nest of posies,
Shakes her to let fall the roses!
See them now beneath the pines,
Wreathed with slender shining vines,
Nestling in the feathery moss,
With the leaves dropt thick across,
And their little rosy feet
Paling in their cool retreat!

From flowers by the dew-fall freshened,

Sweet odors were breathing round: The distant tinkle of fountains

Stole up with a lulling sound And beavily-gorgeous hangings

Swept, with their purple fold, Ebony, oak, and silver,

And mirrors, with frames of gold.

Afar in the misty gleaming,

Lay meadow and woodland wide; Broad parks, where the deer were grazing,

Or bounding in antlered pride. Yet still from her downcast lashes

Do the large drops slide and fall; Still doth she weep at twilight

The Lady of Haddon Hall.

Bless the little children!
Angels' care, the children!
All the pleasant summer day
With the breezes bard at play,
Coming now at twilight's dawn
O'er the velvet-covered lawn,
With their little sunburnt bands
Clasping tight the flowery bands,
Wreathed with joy and tender care
For a mother's raven hair,
Little Mary quickly springs
Close into my arms, and clings,
In a weary, soft embrace,
And a little happy face,
Lays a velvet cheek to mine-
Lips liku Shiraz' perfumed wine
Lift their richness for a kiss,
Filling all my soul with bliss.

She wreathed but vernal blossoms

In her floating and sunny curls,
When she tripped round the May-pole lightly,

The simplest of village girls.
She blushed at the shamefaced glances

Of Robert, the farmer's son:
Why scorns she the sweet lip-worship,

From courtly flatterers won?

She left but a lowly cottage,

In a valley far away, Where the hours were told by the sunlight,

On the threshold stone that lay.
The rustic pane was shaded

By vines she had trained to cling,
And a tree, 'mid whose waving branches

The robins built in spring.

Bless the little children!
God's best gift—the children!
Bless them-not my darlings only-
But the suffering, poor, and lonely;
All the little weary brood
Toiling daily for their food,
Strangers to the pleasant breeze
Dancing in the hemlock trees,
Knowing naught of joy-winged hours
'Mong the dear bee-haunted flowers;
In some hovel, dark and small,

Where the sunbeams never fall,
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Paths in the green turf trodden,

Sloped down to a brooklet bright, Where she hastened to fill her pitcher

At the dawning of summer light Why, when a dozen menials

Spring now to obey her call, Doth she weep as her heart were bursting-

The Lady of Haddon Hall?

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1st rom.-Darkest shade of scarlet, this cover chain, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, must not be worked tightly, but worked so that the 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, dc into centre cotton and wool shall work easily together; the size of 5, 5 chain, de into centre of 5, 5 chain, repeat when worked will be twenty-seven inches in diame from beginning, 4 times more. ter. Make a chain of 9 stitches, unite the ends, 7th rou.--Commence again with the darkest shade, make 3 long under the chain,* 3 chain, 3 more long 3 long under the 5 chain between the 6 long stitches, under the same, repeat from * 3 times more, 3 chain, 5 chain, 3 more long under the same chain, 5 chain, unite and draw the wool to the back, cut it off and de into centre of 5, 5 chain, do into centre of 5, 5 tie it securely, this must be done at every row. chain, dc into centre of 5, 5 chain, do into centre

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