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A Mainen and her father,

A stranger, and thetr guide,
Wandered upon a mountain

That made the heaven its bride:
The morning hours were post and gone,

It was the high noontide.

Bare was the maiden's beauty—

Her father, noble, proud;
In silenee rode they onward
Toward elime of snow and cloud—
i While guide and stranger walked beside,
In meditation bowed.

Far spreads the right-hand valley,
And mountains meet the skies;

Their forms will elearly ever
At Mem'ry's eall arise;

O'erhanging el lits and jutting roeks
Awaken soul-surprise.

The noontide hour was passing,

Nor was the summit passed;
The guide was all impatient—

For oft the mountain blast,
With awful power, upon thoso heighta

White drifts in sudden east.

It is, it is upon them!

They strive to brave its power—
But no: the beasts are wearied,

And from its fiereeness eower;
The trav'lers eannot long withstand

The rigor of the hour I

Wild as the mountain torrent

Adown Its roeky path—
The wildest, fiereest animal

No fiereer moments hath—
The mountain tempest o'er them roared,

Around them spent its wrath.

The ladv, faint and weary,

Walked languidly and slow;
She walked besido her father,

Who searee eould stand or go—
While guide and stranger passed before

Amid the knee-deep snow.

And then the father slowly

Dropped, wearily and faint—
He eannot travol farther;

The maiden's sigh a plaint
Of more than weariness diselosed,

Yet uttered no eomplaint .

The guide took up, in kindness,

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

Though he was weak and wan—

And on towardfcythe shelter pressed,

Though hope seemed nearly gone.

Her form lay on his bosom,

Borne tenderly, I wis— When he, with lip all fevered,

And flusbed in weariness, Upon her eold and pallid eheek

Pressed but one burning kiss.

And she, that high-born maiden,
Returned the stranger's kiss;

Amid the mountain tempest,
Like dream of summer bliss,

It eheered his weary soul to bear
On through the dreariness.

And when they reaeh the shelter,

Safe from the fearful storm,
The dark eyes of the maiden

Upon the stranger's form
With gratitude and friendship rest—

Ilia heart beats fast and warm.

And then they part forever—
The bond that blnds them breaks;

Yet on their spirit's vision
The mem'ry oft awakes

Of one who shared that peril-hour,
Near Switzer's mountain lakes.
Rieldand, N. T.t 1852. M. B. W.



Ii 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 s^eet 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;
Near a erystal spring, o'ergrown
By deep velvet moss, a stone
Still marks the saered spot.

Still reveals the ehosen plaee
Where T found so mueh of joy,

'Neath the droopings of thy faee.

There the song-blrd sings to-day,
As of yore, his eheerful lay;
There the erieket sings fore'er
Through the summer hours: how dear
Was Its plaintive song to thee,

Madeline! forever gone! *' 'Tis a mystie minstrelsy,

Tia a swee* and holy song."

Thus, when silenee wraps us round,
Triad I eonseerated ground:
Tarry, as in days of yore,
On my ehildbood's flowery shere:
Happy in my soul to find,

'Mid tbo wreek of after years,
One summer spot to hind

My heart, and dry its tears.

Madelinel forever blest,
Nevermore to be distressed
By the feverish, ills of life,
By Its eares and heavy strife,
As, 'mid deserts far away,

Maidens worship one lono star-
So from earth I turn away

To thy dwolling-plaee alar.

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

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

Lest forever here I pine.



TfiE purest bour of bliss that nature knows,

Is at the day's deeline, when o'er the earLh

Is shed a hely glow of ealm eontent,

That mingles with the feelings of the soul

In sweetest union blent. The vesper hymns

Of woodland songsters fill the seented grove,

Where ereeping vines o'erarehing tree-tops bend

Beneath their purple load of luseious fruit,

While zephyrs with their gentle breath toueh light

The dark green foliage of the aneient wood,

And sport with glee amid its lofty boughs.

The murmur of some distant waterfall,

With musie low and sweet, steals on the ear,

And, with its magie tones, weaves round the heart

Its strongest spell of dreamy bliss.

The sinking sun, with radiant glory erowned,

Now flings o'er all his lingering lovely rays,

Wbose silver feet danee on the ripples of

Yon widening stream; whilo amber elouds, wreathed in

Fantastie forms, impelled by evening's breath,

Lie eradled on the mauntain's rugged brow;

Or, sprending forth their fleeey wings, mount up,

And with the night dissolve in silver dews.

The busy hum of labor now has eeased;

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 woodblne sweets

Float gentiy round—when twilight's eurtain falls,

r-eaee, like a spirit of diviner blrth,

Assumes her gentle sway, and, with soft tones

That oft have soothed the troubled heart, breathes forth

The boliest influenee of her love, and wakes

Fresh feelings of the soul that long to hathe

Their plumeM wings in that vast fount wboso wavos

Of purity for eireling ages past

Ilave rolled around the throne of Qod above.



What of thy blllowy roll,

Theu dark Atlantie tide?
What of the bounding, foaming waves

That lash the vessel's side?
Mighty theu art, no doubt, and proud—
Sublimely grand in that spray-formed eloud;
Wondrous the pbospboreseent gloams
Streaking thy breast with their fiery streams:
Glorious theu art, O wondrous sea,
Grand in thy wide immensity!
Fieree In thy stormy bursts, and fair
Glitter thy waves in the noonday glare 1
But there is a spot where thy wators glide
Glist'ningly sweet In the summer tide;
Where thy sbore-pent waves in their fury roar,
Deep 'mid the eaves of a roeky sbore;
Or gently ripple in sunny sleep—
There, there theu art fairest, O mighty deep'-

I see thee there—yet far away

Ripple thy waves in that eireling bay!

Whitened and soft is the sparkling sand

Where tbou leavest the foam on Its sloping strand;

Rugged the shere where the sea-blrds floek

Baek, in the eve, to their hemes of roek;

Green is the verdure high o'er thy foam,

High o'er the steep of the sea-blrds' heme.

1 *ve seen thee oft in thy bours of pride,

And watehed 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-blrd's tremulous wing may glide

Lightly and swift o'er the near-sbore tide;

Wooing the eye to thy glorious spray,

Or the foam theu bear'st on thy swell away;

In vain, for far in that eireled spot

Tremble the waves I have ne'er forgot;

Glitters thy tide in its brightest glee!

There, there tbou art fairest, O mighty sea!

Oft have I sat through tbo summer day
At the roeky edge of that land-kissed hay;
There, where the tide, with a bending sweep,
Mingles in peaee with the far-out deep;
There, where the ledge-nooked elirT is erowned
Verdantly green all the summer round!
And the foaming waves at Its rugged hose
Cirele the roeks in their damp embraee.
There, where the wave In Its breaking fall
Bursts through the roeky and erevieed wall;
Rushes in pride up the sloping steep,
Then fast reeedes to its parent deep:
There have I sat till the evening shade
Mantled the spot where the late sun played;
Till the power of the o'erstrained eye was vain
To pieree through haze on the wide-spread main;
Till I lost the white sail far away,
And the eresting foam on the nearer hay—
And striven In vain through tbo spell to glide
That bound me fast to its dark'ning side;
Till the deepest shades of the eve eame on,
And the faintest gleam from its breast had gone.
And even now, at this distant day,
Memory elings to that far-off hay,
Where still the waters in brightness leap-
There, there theu art fairest, O mighty deep!

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Bless the little ehildren!
Happy little ehildren!
Seeking for the daisies white,
In the morning*! early light;
Rushing down the mossy dell,
Where the blue-eyed violets dwell;
Peeping low for berries rare,
While the mists of eoating hair
Veil their eager, shining eyes,
Like the wings of butterflies—
Or, as I hare seen at even
On the radiant floor of heaven,
Amber elouds all damp with dtiw
Shut the trembling stars from viow.

Lore the little ehildren 1
Darling little ehildren!
See them, with the good old Rover,
Softly push eaeh other over
On the beds of seented elover
See the little winsome Mary
(One would doem 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 I
See them now beneath the pines,
Wreathed with slender shining vines,
Nestling in the feathery moss,
With the leaves dropt thiek aeross,
And their little rosy feet
Paling in their eool retreat!

Bless the little ehildren!
Angels' eare, the ehildren!
AU the pleasant summer day
With the breezes hard at play,
Coming now at twilight's dawn
O'er the velvetroovered lawn,
With their little sunburnt hands
Clasping tight the flowery hands,
Wreathed with joy and tender eare
For a mother's raven hair,
Little Mary quiekly springs

In a weary, soft embraee,
And a little happy faee,
Lays a velvet eheek to mine—
Lips like Shiraz* perfumed wine
Lift their riehness for a kiss,
Filling all my soul with bliss.

Bless the little ehildren I
God's best gift—the ehildren!
Bless them—not my darlings only—
But the suifering, poor, and lonely;
All the little weary brood
Tolling daily for their food,
Strangers to the pleasant breeze
Daneing in the hemloek trees,
Knowing naught of joy-winged hours
'Mong the dear bee-hauntod flowers;
In some hovel, dark and small.
Where the sunbeams never fall,
VOl. Xlv.—10

Living all their ehildish years Rife with poverty and tears.


The lady sat in the twilight—

Her tears flowed fast and free:
What eause bad those drops of sorrow

On sueh lovely eheek to bet
The grief that ruifled her bosom—

The frequent and stormy sighs—
Shook the gems on its snow that elustered.

Till they twinkled like serpents' eyes!

The lady sat in the twilight—

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

In her jowelled and rieh array.
Soft words in her ear had whispered

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

And many a broad demesne.

From flowers by the dow-fall freshened,

Sweet odors were breathing round: The distant tinkle of fountains

Stole up with a lulling sound And heavily-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 downeast lashes

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

The Lady of Haddon 11 all.

She wreathed but vernal blossoms

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

The simplest of village girls.
She blushed at the shamefaeed glanees

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

From eourtly flatterers won I

She left but a lowly eottage,

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

On the threshold Btone that lay.
The rustie pane was shaded

By vines she had trained to eling,
And a tree, 'mid whose waving branehes

The roblns built in spring.

Paths in the green turf trodden,

Sloped down to a brooklet bright. Where she hastened to fill her piteher

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

Spring now to obey her eall, Doth she weep as her heart were bursting—

The Lady of Haddon Hall!



Swzrr dow-drop, toll me why
Thou left'st thy home in yon blue sky,

Thy lorely Iris-home,
And to this weary world art oome?

Bright drop, didst thou not know 'Twas filled with anguish, sin, and wow?

That naught so puro or fair,
But must lts pain and sorrow share?

If thou shouldst make thy home
Within tho lily's pearly dome,

(And meet, aweet drop, It were, That thou shouldst dwell in home so fair,)

Some ono would break the stem,
And rudely shako thoe honee, sweet gem;

Then tread thee to the earth,
As though thou wort of little worth.

Or if thou ehose to dwell
Within the violet's aaure bell,

(And lovelier home, I ween,
Was never on this dork earth seen.)

Some eareless passer-by
Would erush the flower without a sigh,

And thus of every eharm
Thee and thy lovely bower disarm.

Or if thou shouldst prefer
To deek the waving gossamer,

And on its fairy threads To string thy tiny

Some rude blast, sweeping by, Would rend the thread that floats on high,

And seatter down thy pearls,
To be o'ertrod by passing ehurls.

I had a dow-drop, bright
As ever shone on earthly light,

And shed upon my brow
A lovelier beam than diamond's glow

Hath ever thrown around
Tho fairest brow that e'er was erowned;

For 'twas the light of Love—
A bright refleetion from above.

But, transient as 'twas bright,
It soon was taken from my sight

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 mood of earthly woes,
Until in Heaven they find repose.

Then, dow-drop, tell mo why
Thou left'at thy home in yon blue sky,

Thy beauteous Iris-home,
And to this desert earth art eome?

Lady, dost thou not know
There is a halm 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 eall me forth,

A brighter, lovelier gem,
To doek his rainbow diadem.

And when I home return,
My heart with gratitude will burn

To Him who gave me power
To eall to life so lair a flower.

Oh! often doth He send
Me and my sisters bright, to tend

The flowers that bloom on earth, And in their hearts His love eoll forth.

Twos thus thy dow-drop eame, And kindled in thy heart a flame

Of love, that eould not die— Then left thee for its native sky.

And thus thy heart, whieh 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 homo in yon blue sky,

My lovely Iris-home,
And to this woary world am eome?

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?



Whtn fortune, with relentless frown,

O'erthrows the work of years,
Why sink, sad soul, despairing down

Iu unavailing tears?
Will tears restore one fallen leaf,

Revive ono withered flower,
Or give the earoworn breast relief

In that imbltterod hour?

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,

Euraptured, to his breast?
Then why, sad soul, tho grief earess

That stings thee from thy rest?

Away with grief 1 In evil hour,

Give not thy sorrow sway;
Let hope, with its angelie power,

Point to a brighter day.
O'er buried joys fresh flow'rets spring,

To eheer the heart bereft;
Then wherefore to dead treasures eling,

While life and hope are left?

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ilnteriah.—Six shades of searlet 4-thread Berlin wool, six skeins of eaeh shade; three shades of blue green, five skeins of eaeh; five shades of amber, three skeins of eaeh; the lightest to be a bright lemon, the darkest deep elaret; two skeins of middle tint violot or lilae wool. Two reels of Evans's boar's head drab ootton, No. 6. Steel erotehet heok, No. 16.

lit row.—Darkest shade of searlet, this eover must not be worked tightly, but worked so that the eotton and wool shall work easily together; the sise when worked will be twenty-seven inehes in diameter. Make a ehain of 9 stitehes, nnito the ends, make 3 long under the ehain,e 3 ehain, 3 more long under the same, repeat from,e 3 times more, 3 ehain, unite and draw the wool to the haek, eut it off and tie it seeurely, this must be done at every row.

2d row.—Next shade,e 3 long under the 3 ehain, u ehain, 3 more long under the same ehain, 3 ehain, repeat from,s 4 times more.

id row.—Next shade,e 3 long under the t ehain between the 6 long stitehes, 3 ehain, 3 more long under the same ehain, 3 ehain, de under the next

ehain, 3 ehain, repeat from,s 4 times more.

ith row.—Next shade,e 3 long under the 3 ehain between the 6 long stitehes, 3 ehain, 3 more long under the same, 5 ehain, de on de, 5 ehain, repeat from,s 4 times more.

Sth row.—Next shade, 3 long under the 3 ehain between the 6 long stitehes, 5 ehain, 3 more long under the same ehain, 5 ehain, de into the third loop from the last long stiteh in last row, 5 ehain, de into third loop from de stiteh in last row, 5 ehain, repeat from beginning, 4 times moro.

6th rote—Lightest shade, 3 long under the 3 ehain, 5 ehain, 3 more long under the samo ehain,

5 ehain, de into eentre of 5, 5 ehain, de into eentro of 5, 5 ehain, do into eentre of 5, 5 ehain, repeat from beginning, 4 times more.

7th row.—Commenee again with the darkest shade, 3 long under the 5 ehain between the 6 long stitehes,

5 ehain, 3 more long under the same ehain, 5 ehain, do into eentre of 5, 5 ehain, do into eentre of 5, 5 ehain, de into eentro of 5, 5 ehain, de into eentre of 5, 5 ehain, repeat from e 4 times moro.

8th row.—Next shade, 3 long under the 5 ehain hotween the 6 long stitehes at the point, 5 ehain, 3 more long under the samo ehain, 5 ehain, de into eentro of 5 ehain, 5 ehain, de into eentro of 5 ehain, 3 ehain, 3 long under the next 5 ehain, 3 ehain, 3 moro long under the same ehain, 3 ehain, de into eentre of 5 ehain, 5 ehain, de into eentre of 5 ehain, 5 ehain, repeat from beginning.

9th row.—Noxt shade, 3 long under the 5 ehain at the point, 5 ehain, 3 moro long under the samo

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