HOURS OF IDLENESS.

BY H. RICHTER.

"Oh! mark you yon pair: in the sunshine of youth

Love twined round their childhood his flow'rs as they grow;

They flourish awhile in the season of truth,

Till chill'd by the winter of love's last adieu!"

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HEBREW MELODIES.

BY BEIDEMANN.

"We sate down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
Made Salem's high places his prey."

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FRANCESCA OF RIMINI.

BY DECAISNE.

"We read one day for pastime, seated nigh,
Of Lancilot, how love enchain'd him too."

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