OH! if the winds could whisper wh… When murmuring round at sunset thr… If words were written on the strea… So often spoken fearlessly above: If tell-tale stars, descending fro…

AH! I remember when I was a girl How my hair naturally used to curl… And how my aunt four yards of net… And call the odious thing, 'Diana… I hated it, because although, you…

But since, in all that brief Life… No day pass’d by without some gent… Let us not ‘mourn like them that h… Though sharp the stroke,—and sudde… For still, when Spring puts out h…

DO you remember all the sunny pla… Where in bright days, long past, w… Do you remember all the old home f… That gathered round the hearth in… Do you remember all the happy meet…

GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim a… Pleasantly shelter’d me in days of… Dear lost companion, whose slow-pa… Then wander’d with me on that moss… Still, like a natural temple, spri…

A WORD is ringing thro’ my brain… It was not meant to give me pain; It had no tone to bid it stay, When other things had past away; It had no meaning more than all

FROM THE MORNING POST. LOST—near the 'Change in the cit… (I saw there a girl that seemed pr… ‘Joe Steel,’ a short, cross-looki… With a visage as red as scarlet:

SURELY I heard a voice-surely m… Was breathed in tones familiar to… I listened-and the low wind steali… In darkness and in silence to depa… Surely I saw a form, a proud brig…

IMRA! thy form is vanished From the proud and patriot band; Imra! thy voice is silent, ‘Mongst the voices of the land. And bravely hast thou fallen;

OH! crystal eyes, in which my ima… While I was near, as in a fountai… Let it not in like manner pass awa… When I am gone; for I am Love’s… And in my eyes thine image dwells…

Oh, Twilight! Spirit that dost re… To dim enchantments; melting heave… Leaving on craggy hills and runnin… A softness like the atmosphere of… Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint…

‘The poplars are fell’d: farewell… And the whispering sound of the co… The winds play no longer and sing… Nor Ouse on his bosom their image… ‘Twelve years have elapsed, since…

IN old Shuil Donald’s cottage th… And stifled sobs, and murmurings o… For the old man’s cherish’d blessi… The sleep from which no human wish… Oh, dark are now those gentle eyes…

BROWN Autumn cometh, with her l… Binding the Harvest in a thousand… A yellow glory brightens o’er the… Shines on thatched corners and low… And gilds with cheerful light the…