If any joys be mine through life, Oh, let them strew thy way! Thou art my sun-when thou art bright, I live but in thy ray; But if a shadow o'er thee fall, Life's sunbeams fade and part; Oh! pity my light is gone "Tis midnight in my heart, My very soul is wrapt in thine, BY J. R. BARRICK. IN a low and ceaseless murmur, All the beauty of its gleam. With a song of joy and gladness, And each passing breeze and zephyr Swells with magic murmurings. Like the life that flows in me- With his icy sleet and hail; Thus life's fountain to the rivet In a channel deeper grows, F. A. J. THE FLOWERS OF SPRING. BY HORACE W. SMITH. WE have seen them by the forest shade, In childhood's walks, in manhood's years, To some forgotten thing, To seek the joy our childhood found But ah! they win us back in vain; No after spring renews That gift of vanquished sunshine which The sunlit stream may murmur on, But friends we loved have passed away Yet fair and fragrant to the day Each bright-eyed flow'ret opes; They are not withered like our hearts, Nor blighted like our hopes; And then each golden dream of youth Its long-lost light will bringAnd all is bright, and all is hope, Among the flowers of spring. Huntingdon, March, 1852. I THINK ON THEE. I THINK on thee when early morn is breaking, I think on thee whene'er the bright sun bringeth I think on thee when twilight dews are stealing, I think on thee when silent midnight seemeth I think on thee, for ever, ever praying THINK OF ME. BY "JAMIE." WHEN pleasure's cup is sparkling high, When friends around thee throng; When hearts are light with playful mirth, And lighter wakes the song; When, counting o'er thy many joys, Recalled by memory, If 'twill not dim thy pleasure then, At dawn, when first Aurora's light And gilds the dew-washed lily's head When first the lark shall plume his wing, To warble forth his merry notes- And when the shades of evening are An hour that well seems made for thought, At midnight's deep and solemn hour, Thy hands upraised to Heaven in prayer, If I could claim the richest gem I'd rather far, than have that pearl, THE OLD CHURCHYARD. BY BEATA. I'VE won thee, won thee, gentle bride; And now I place thee at my side, And to all others passing fair; Dearest of all things treasured there. Remember, love, where first we met; A watcher o'er its buried dead. I almost feared to draw my breath Lest I should break the soul-felt calm. And thou! oh thou, so lovely beamed, A very pearl in purity, The spirit of the place I deemed And could almost have worshipped thee! We entered-and thy sweet young face Or in the chant melodious flow. And ever from that tranquil hour When life's blest fulness first was mine, Thine image, love, alone had power To charm me in my manhood's prime. We parted then-a fresh bud thou Expanding in thine early spring; We reach our lives' appointed bourn, Where first we met-that churchyard old. Eva, beloved! why weepest thou! Yes, precious one, 'twere hard to part; Rest on my bosom thy fair brow, And press thee closely to my heart. ་ But lately, thy heart was absorbed in the fight, Their serried ranks move; but the noise of their tread Can it be that, before half life's battle is done, Ere the contest is past and the victory won, Can it be that the ardor which once led thee on, Awake from thy stupor! Arouse thee again! Wouldst thou list to the foeman exultingly cry, That his threats blanched thy cheek, his words forced thee to fly? Wouldst thou see thy friends mourning, in sorrow and shame, O'er the wreck of thy glory, the brand on thy name? Be strong in the right! 'Tis a panoply sure, BEAUTIFUL Visions, that before me swim, In softest light, whene'er mine eyes I close, Ye are too fair to be the phantoms dim That haunt the couch of opium-bought repose! The angel Morphia hath a shadowy train, But no such forms as yours adorn her pale domain. Are ye some mirage from th' Eternal shore? A she whose willowy marge my foot hath kissed: Such forms as float before the artist's eye, Oh, how much fairer than the shapes we see, Are those with which a glowing fancy teems! Too perfect to be true! And such were ye; For ye were beautiful, and ye are dreams! And thus our nature still transcends our fate, Like high-born foundlings left at some poor peasant's gate. And ye have passed away, and left no trace, As roses leave the velvet cheeks of youth; And yet I fancy that each form of grace But shadows forth some unrecorded worth; And on the heart's red leaves, in traces dim, Shall Poesy for you inscribe one grateful hymn. BY JOHN W. BEAZEL. THERE's music in the sunbeam, There's music in the moonlit sea, Where the proud bark cleaves the billow; And o'er thy grave, sweet Ella Lee, "Tis sighing through the willow. There's music in the mountain height, There's music in the joyous spring, Where young flow'rs gem the sod; And through each bright and lovely thing It whispers, "There's a God!" There was music once whose gentlest thrill Was dearer far to me Than leaf, or flower, or flashing rill, Or starlight on the sea. Its lute-like tones how oft they come But ah! they're hushed within the tomb, Where sleeps my Ella Leo. Uniontown, Pa. AN EMBROIDERED VEST EMBROIDERED VEST. THE materials are blue satin and embroidery silk. The pattern should be drawn with a white crayon. Then proceed to do the outline of the design, the stems and the tendrils in chain stitch. The leaves and the flowers in the usual embroidery stitch. It is made up in the ordinary way, the front fastened by a row of gold buttons set with turquoise. The same pattern may be worked either on lace or muslin. If lace, work in tambour and chain stitch; give the collar and front a narrow thread edge, and line it with silk of some delicate hue. Studs may be substituted for buttons. Vests of cambric muslin, to be worn with lawns or light summer silks, will be very much the style the present and ensuing month. For description of embroidered muslin manilla, see "Chitchat." CAPS. WE give two styles of breakfast caps: No. 1 being composed of dotted India muslin, with three corresponding frills. It will be noticed that the muslin of the crown is shirred between corresponding bands of insertion. To be finished with bow and strings of muslin, or ribbon, to the taste of the wearer. No. 2 is of net, lined with a delicate shade of Florence silk. The trimming is a row of silk and net, with three of fringe, formed by loops of extremely narrow ribbon. Broad ribbon strings of corresponding shade. 90 PATTERNS FOR SILK EMBROIDERY. THIS pattern forms an elegant border for a merino or cloth cloak, by working the curved line with cord and the rose-buds with silk. Eighth row.-Purled, till within eight from the end, turn back. Ninth row.-Knit plain till within eight from the end, turn back. Tenth row.-Purled to the end. Eleventh row.-Knit plain to the end, and begin again as at second row; but the tenth row is to be purled till within ten from the end; eleventh row knitted till within ten from the end; twelfth row purled to the end; thirteenth row knitted plain to the end. Then begin again as at second row. After fourteen stripes, ending alternately one at the elevonth, the other at the thirteenth row. Cast off all the stitches; sew the two edges together; gather the stitches of the smaller aperture, fasten them tight round the stalk of a common clove, and fill up with bran, as full as possible, this white shape of an apple; when it is nearly full, fold a bit of wire in ten or twelve; cover it with brownish floss or half twist silk to make the stalk of the apple; gather the stitches of the second aperture, fill up with bran, as much as you can, and fasten off tight to the stalk. Then knit another apple in wool or silk of the color of the apple which you have chosen for model, and exactly in the same manner as the white one, but beginning with thirty-eight or forty stitches, and making one stripe more, or two plain rows between each stripe. Cover neatly with this the white shape, allowing the clove to show its head only. Make a little depression round the stalk of the apple by passing through the fruit three or four times, with a long darningneedle, the silk with which you have fastened the last aperture, and draw it tight. A leaf may be added, but is not necessary. The orange is worked in the same manner, except that there are no purled rows, no clove put in, and no stalk. |