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POETRY.

THE LESSON DREAM

BT W. WALLACE DAVIS.

When the shades were eoming

Over vale and hill;
When the busy humming

Of the world was still,
And upon the wood-side

Sang the whlppoorwill;
.When the stars were peeping—

Peeping elear and bright,
Like lovers' eyes when keeping

Vigils through the night—
Then my eloping eyelids

So mo us did invite.

In my sleep, I pondered

On thy love for me;
In my dreams, I wandered

Over land and sea—
Wandered in my dreams, love,

Hand in hand with thee
.Wandered where the posies

Shed an odor rare,
Where myrtle-bloom and rones

Seented sweet the air,
And fairy notes were pealing

From the songsters there.

Soon thy form grew lighter.

Wings thy shoulders bore:
Then thy eyes grow brighter,

Lighter than before,
And a smile seraphie

All the features wore;
Thy voiee grow softer, sweeter,

And its musie broke,
In rhapsody of metre,

In aeeents that bespoke
All thy heart's affeetion—

All my love awoke.

Then this lesson learned I—

(Thou didst it impart)—
"Han's bliss is only earned by

Woman's gentler heart.
And ineomplete his destiny

When she shapes no part.
She has power given,

Power over strife,
Power sent from Iloaven

To harmonize this life:
God's best gifts to man arc

Mother, sister, wife 1

Waking soon, and thinking

Of this shadowy theme,
Straight I went to linking

Faet to fancy's gleam:
I ehose to shape my destiny

The partner of my dream,
And I prayed of Heaven

That this ehosen guide

Might to me be given,

Might beeome my bride,
Might be sent to bless me

Clinging to my side,

"GOD MUST BE MERCIFUL TO KINGS* ("Zarf Days of the Emperor Alexander," by Dvmaitj

BT M. H. FORTUNE.

A Natiox weeps—he heeds them not—

The monareh of the Russias wide
Has laid him down to die amid

The emblems of his regal pride.

Rleh velvets of imperial hue
Fall round his eoueh in many a fold,

And kingly splendor all is there,
In brilliant tints and burnished gold.

But what avail the gorgeous rooms,
Or fringing gold that deeks his bed.

When he who owns them all must soon
Commingle with the mould'ring dead?

Or what avails, though thousands weep,
The hour that ealls him from his throne?

They eannot hold him from the grasp
Of Death, now ealling for his own.

Bat to the humble, lowly priest,
Ah I list the words he uttered then:

"God must be mereiful to kings—
They need it more than other men."

Tes. here is truth I the poorest one

Who toils amid the laboring hand
Dreams not the temp tings that assail

The monareh with a seeptred hand.

The sleepless nights, the weary days,
The thousand fears a seeptre brings,

Ohl well the Emperor might say,
•• God must bo mereiful to kings I"

DISTRUST.—A SONNET.

BT MAftY 0. WELLs.

Witt wilt thou wrong, with jealous doubts and fears,

The heart that is so truly all thine own .'
Why eause me shed those wild and burning tears

That ever flow at thy reproaehful tone?
An orphan lone, thou 'rt all my soul holds dear:

Hast Thou a pang that is not felt by Me?
Have / a pleasure when Thon art not near?

I know no joy that is not shared with thee. Dost judge me by thyself? Art thou grown eold.

And thus would grieve my trustful love away? If so—ah! let the tale be quiekly told;

My haughty spirit will not brook delay. My passion is too deep for wards to prove: Then eease to doubt me, or I eease to luvt I

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BALLAD.

B V J. I, CABKIs.

Darrlv fatal, O Havana!

Was thy green and fertile shore;
Sadly shall thy name's sweet musie

Seem unto us evermore.

Gallant forms were grouped upon thee,

Vietims of deeeptive wile,
Doomed to death, yet on eaeh visage

Shone the hero's seornful smile.

Earth was gorgeous to their vision,
Rieh her summer robe was wrought

And from all thy groves of orange
Bland perfumes thy breezes brought.

Castle, tower, and fragrant garden

Lay in summer's brightest hue,
And the bending heaven above them

Seemed to wear its ealmest blue.

Spread before them smiled the oeean,

Chainless in his giant pride,
And the hearts within their bosoms

Were as ehainless as his tide.

Sadly gazed their thought beyond it,

And eaeh lid repressed a tear
O'er the sudden fate that blasted

Hopes of many a blissful year.

One last look at earth's green vesture,

And at oeean's boundless flood,
Ere thy altars, dark Deeeption,

Are besprinkled with their blood.

One last dream of friends and kindred,

And of graves beyond the sea.
Beneath the flag whose starry splendor

Lights the pathway of the free.

Stood they there in moveless eourage,

Heroes of Spartanle mould;
Bang the death-shots, and the vietims

In the dust together rolled!

Darkly fatal, O Havana!

Was thy green and fertile shore;
Sadly shall thy name's sweet musie

Seem unto us evermore!

THE SLEEPER WHO IS DREAMING.
IntiTribtd to Oliver Oaktoood.

BY MRS. A. Y. LAW.

Bcn> softly o'er the sleeper, for she dreameth of the post, And, 'neath Its spells of eloudless joy, her fevered pulse bounds fast!

Bend softly! From her parted lips uneonseious murmurs steal,

And these low whispers, gently breathed, daw's teerelx now

reveal.

With tuneful voiee she blends their names—the faithless and the true—

Uniting elose the- severed wreath whieh lore onee round them throw.

VOl. XLV.—49

Oh I wherefore doth she revel thus 'mid glowing seenes of yore I

In one short moment she will wake to weep—and dream no more!

The present brings no blissful hours—around it all is dim— While eeho syllables the notes of sorrow's mournful hymn.

Peaee, peaee to thee, fair slumberer! From fiekle love and grief,

Within sleep's pure and blest embraee thou fain wouldst find relief;

Her dowy breath with lulling power is wafted o'er thee now. And with her lips she presseth still thy pale and anxious brow.

Alas! not all her winning eharms ean ease thy yearning heart;

For see! beneath those folded lids the quiv'ring teardrops start;

Life's masquerade hath wearied thee—thy bosom heaveth high,

And from the souree of thrilling thought aseends a troubled sigh.

Thou'rt parting with the spirit-strains whieh gave thy

visions blrth,

And onee again thy soaring mind must eaptive bend to earth.

Ah! ehild of elay, this world for thee will yield no tranquil

Joy;

Its treasures rare, its wealth of bliss, are mixed with hase alloy!

And Mem*ry, with deep anguish fraught, will darken every hour,

While Passion's fell and withering blight will fade Hope's budding flower.

I would that I might win for thee unbroken, ealm repose,

Or, by some magie, deek thy path with eolors of the rose!

Though vain the wish—I yet may breathe affeetion's fervent prayer,

That in the healing halm of Heaven thy soul may largely share.

And, when thou leav'st this earthly bourn, Oiert seek thy

rest, poor dove, And fold thy weary pinions in a home of peaee and love'.

EROS.

iT B. *• COHRAD.

Youn0 holy Love! It riseth o'er the heart ,

Like morn's flushed glory o'er a vernal sky; And from its light all things profane depart,

Leaving thoughts pure and aspirations high— The hallowing effluenee of Divinity!

Its heartfounts, elear as rills in Eden bowers, Ruffled alone by joy's low, quivering sigh,

Wake, as they leave their paradise of flowers, Wierd melodies, else mute, in this wild world of ours.

Eaeh other's, and all God's! The saered vow

Blends souls, like meeting streams or mingling ray.; And lapsing life glides by with musie's flow,

Till age, like moonlight, silvers o'er their days. God on their holy home His blessing lays:

And when the bow that o'er their youth was bent, The mingled glory of their souls, deeays,

Its hues are with immortal radianee blent: They melt--but 'Us in light: Heaven elaims the love It lent!

TO HER WHO UNDERSTANDS IT.

BT AML!7. i CUTTER.

Belo7et> one, at this quiet eve.

Ere sinks yon trembling star to rest, Oue little song for thee I '11 weave,

Of lore-thoughts glowing in my breast, I '11 open all this full, warm heart,

That thou its inmost shrine ean see, With all its folded leaves apart,

Where nestle sueh iweet thoughts of thee.

i sit alone, and yet I seem

To see thee linger by my side. As in some pleasant, quiet dream

Spirits of loved ones round me glide.
My hand is gently elasped in thine,

I listen to yourloving tone;
I feel your worm lips pressed to mine,

And fed that I ean not alone.

At first I ttrove to keep my heart

From loving thee—I know too weU That we had only met to part,

And that we soon must breathe farowell: I know that on life's solemn main

Fate soon our little harks most sever, And that we might not meet again

For years—perehanee no more forever.

I strove in vain. Go hid the blrd

Beside its nest forbear to sing;
Go bld the flowers, by soft winds stirred,

Forget to blossom in the spring;
Go bld the bright stars eease to shine,

Like diamonds in the blue above—
As well as bid this heart of mine

Hive up its blissful dream of love.

Oh, were It wise to shun the flowers

Beeause their beauty fades so soon— To v i-h there were no summer boars

Beeause it is not always June— To turn away from the blue sky,

That shines so gloriously fair, Beeause, to dim the sun's bright eye,

Dark threatening elouds are sometimes there?

yo—rather eull the flowers that bloom,

And wear them, though for one brief day; Their fragranee may dippel our gloom,

R'en when their beauty fades away. Thoughts of the ealm blue summer skies,

The rieh gTeen leaf, the sweet wild-flower. Will eome to us when storms arise,

And eheer full many a wintfy hour.

E'en thus will thought of thee, sweet friend.

Remain when thou art far away; And when the shades of eve deseend.

When eooling zephyrs gently play,
I '11 sit beneath yon star's pale beams,

Or 'neath the soft light of the moon,
And yield myself to dreams, sweet dreams,

Of days that passed too soon—too soon.

And whtn beneath a southern sky,
'Mid blrds and flowers your footsteps roam,

Sometimes will not your spirits eye
Turn to my eherished mountain home!

Though seenes more fair, though friends more dear

Hereafter bless your earthly lot. One boon I ask without one fear—

I ask thee to forget me not.

Oh, let me meet thy hark onee more—

If not upon life's ehangeful sea, At least upon that blissful shore,

From storm and tempest ever free. Tes, If J ever reaeh that land,

(Oh, heed my best, my holiest prayer.) Attended by some angel hand.

Oh meet me there—oh, meet me there!

A FAREWELL TO SUMMER.

BT ELSIE GRIT.

FARrwroL, bright Pummerl Ay, I eall thee hrigtd.
Though to my dull dark soul the word is strange;
Let Hope soft breathe it, but not eold Despair.
FbreweR, I say; yet would I find some word
Of deeper woe to speak my parting now
With thee, O Pummer, passing here away.
Summer, thy last mild moon hath risen, and wased.
And waned sinee that dread hour when in my soul
Hope's last faint taper, dying long, expired.
Summer, farowell I yet not for aye, for thou
Wilt eome again, and thy warm breath will pass
O'er frozen trees and flowers, and they shall lire.
But to my dark, dead, iey heart thou eanst
Not eome, nor thy soft breath shall kindle more
That light of Hope forever now gone out.

SONNET.—THE APPROACH OF WINTER.

BT JOHN S. MOORE.

Farewell now to the glories of the year!

The eloudiness of Winter eometh o'er us,

And nothing save the spring-tide will reetoro ns An ardent sunbeam. All the leaves, grown sear, Drop deadly to the ground 'neath the eold glow

Of a far-gleaming moon. The quiet stars,

Like peris gazing through a prison's hars,
Seem shivering as they east regards below.
The musie from the leaves, and from the grass,

Whieh filled the years upon a summery night,
Is now but all too mute. Ere long will pass

The vehement north-wind, eonseious of his might. Over the dead-eold land, and on my glass

The fingers of the fresh brown Autumn's fate will write

SONNET.—IN MEMORY OF "AMELIA.

BT 0. WALLTNGF0RD CLARKE.

Ye heavenly spirits who preside o'er song,
Ne'er will ye eease to grieve—for in your bowers
No more that voiee shall ring, whose tuneful powers

Thrilled-with sueh eestasy the Ust'nlng throng.

Yet, mourned enehantress of the lyre, as Ions;
As thy loved stars illume, and dowy flowers
With fragranee fill the vales, soft falling showers

Refresh tho earth, and snow-elad mountains strong
Lift their pale pinnaeles to pieree the skies,

Thy lays shall live in all their native bloom.

And as a household word thy name be known.
Oh! songstress of the soul, with tearful eyes,

Whilst sounds in faney's ear thy harp's deep moan.

I plaee tins eypress wreath—this tribute on thy tomb!

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Materials.—A strip of Freneh eanvas, No. 14, 5% Inehes wide; half an ounee eaeh of five shades of green Berlin wool; 36 yards of straw boading; quarter of a yard of wide groen glad silk, to mateh with one of the darker shados of wool; sarsnet to lino the same; a pieee of stout eardigard; 1% yard of faney straw trimming an ineh wide; aud 1% yard of satin ribbon to mateh the silk.

These haskets are at onee among the prettiest and the most useful of the day. They are generally made of plain straw, instead of Berlin-work; but the latter has so elogant an appearanee that we are sure our friends will think it well repays them for the little extra trouble.

It is to bo understood that the lower part alone is done on eanvas; the upper part is a hag of silk; the joining of the two is eoneealed by a pieee of wide faney straw laid on.

Narrow eanvas is to be used for the hags in preferenee to a strip of the same width eut from a broader pieee, beeause the selvages add so mueh to the strength of the hasket.

Work aeross the width, first from right to left and then from left to right, so that the straw beading need not be eut at the end of the rows.

The pattern eontains 20 rows. Begin with the darkest shade, and ehange at the 5th, 9th, 13th,nnd 17 th; at the eommeneement of the next pattern (the 21st row), resume the darkest shade.

lsf row.—Hold one end of the straw beading over

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20fA.—22 s, miss 5, 6 s, miss 3, 2 a, miss 3, 2 a, miss 3, 10 s, miss 5, 14 s. This eompletes one pattern, and must be repeated

> as often as desired for the size of the hasket.

I Cut out in eardboard an oval, pointed at both ends, | about 12 to 14 inehes long, and 3{ to o wide. Cover this with silk on both sides, and aew the straw-work all round it,,having previously added a silk hag to the < eanvas. The eardboard sheuld be sewed in very < strongly, and the seam may be eovered with straw j beading.

j The handle, whieh is made of the faney straw, f sheuld be stiffened with a hit of wire ribbon, and

> firmly sewed on the eentre of eaeh side of the basj ket. The faney straw is also to be put round tho

> top of the eanvas to eoneeal the joining of it with 'the silk.

KNITTED ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS.

CONVOLVULUS. Foen needles are required.

Take some pale yellow split wool, nnd east on six stitehes on eaeh of two neodles, and three stitehes on the third needle, knit two plain rounds.

3d round.—Knit one, make one, knit one, make one, knit two, make one, knit one, make one, knit two, make one, knit one, make one, knit two, make one, knit one, make one, knit two, make one, knit one, make one, knit one, knit two, plain rounds.

6tA.—Take a deeper shade of yellow; knit two, make one, knit one, make one, knit four, make one, knit one, make one, knit four, mako one, knit one, make one, knit four, make one, knit one, make one, knit four, make one, knit one, make one, knit two, knit three plain rounds; take white wool and knit one moro round.

11 tA.—Knit three, make one, knit one, make one, knit six, make ono, knit one, mako one, knit six, make one, knit one, make one, knit six, make one, knit one, make one, knit six, make one, knit one, make one, knit three, knit threo plain rounds with white, then take pale bluo (half twist silk may be introdueed with good effeet), knit ono moro plain round.

i —Knit four, make one, knit one, make one, knit eight, make one, knit one, make one, knit eight, make one, knit one, mnke one, knit eight, make one, knit one, make one, knit eight, make one, knit one, make one, knit four. Take a deeper shado of blue, knit threo plain rounds. Take a still deeper shade, and knit two rounds. Cast off very loosely.

The flower thus finished will bo found divided into five stripes, by the inerease stitehes. Take a pieee of wire, and sew it as neatly as possiblo along

the edge of the top of the flower as far as the first stripe, turn down both ends of the wire. Take a seeond pioee, and sew it from the first to the seeond stripe, turn down the ends, and eontrive the same for the third, fourth, and fifth stripes. Sew down all the ends of wire two by two, on the wrong side of the flower. Sew up the side left open. The right aide of the knitting will be the inside of the flower. Cover the lower end of the flower with fine herring-bone stitehes to form a small ealyx; tie up five hits of yellow wool, not split, with a knot at the top of eaeh; fix them on a hit of wire to make the stamen, and plaee them in the eentro of the flower, and eover the stem with green wool.

BUDS.

Cast on four stitehes in palo green wool. lst rout.—PurL

2d.—Make one, knit one, repeat through the row.

3d.—Purl.

4tA.—Knit plain.

5th.—Purl.

6fA.—Make one, knit two, repeat through the row. 7th.—Purl.

8lA.—Use two threads of blue wool, together with two green, and knit the row, putting the wool twiee round the needle. Gather all the stitehes with a rug needle, then eut a small round of eard, priek four heles in the eentre, put two pieees of wire erosswise through the four heles, twist the wire tight under the eard, and eover the little eard with green or bluo wool, as if winding it . Cover Una with the knitted pieee for the bud. Sew up the open side, gather together the stitehes of the open part, and eover the stem with green wool.

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