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honor he has done you. Dear me, but I must n't advise. | an old man - nothing of the sort; and, if he does offer to Of course, Wenna, if you were in love with any one - if marry Wenna, it is a great honor done to her, I think. there was any young man about here whom you would like She ought to be very grateful, as I hope you will be, Mabyn, to marry — there would be no need for you to be fright when any one offers to marry you" ened about what Mr. Roscorla says of young folks being in Miss Mabyn drew herself up; and her pretty mouth lost love. It is a trying time, to be sure. It has many troubles. none of its scorn. Perhaps, aster all, a quiet and peaceful life is better, es “And as for Wenna,” the mother said, “ she must judge pecially for you, Wenna, for you were always quiet and for herself” - , peaceful, and if any trouble came over you it would break “Oh, but she's not fit to judge for herself!” broke in the your heart. I think it would be better for you if you were younger sister, impetuously. “She will do anything that never tried in that way, Wenna."

any body wants. She would make herself the slave of any. The girl rose, with a sigh.

body. She is always being imposed on. Just waita “ Not that it is my advice, Wenna," said the mother. moment, and I will answer Mr. Roscorla's letter !" “ But you are of that nature, you see. If you were in love She walked over to the table again, twisted round the with a young man, you would be his slave. If he ceased writing-desk, and quickly pulled in a chair. You would to care for you, or were cruel to you, it would kill you, my have thought that the pale, dark-eyed little girl on the dear. Well, you see, bere is a man who would be able to other side of the table had no will of her own; that she take care of you, and of your sister Mabyn, too, if anything was in the habit of obeying this beautiful young termagant bappened to your father or me; and he would make much of a sister of hers; but Miss Mabyn's bursts of impetuosity of you, I have no doubt, and be very kind to you. You were no match for the gentle patience and decision that are not like other girls, Wenna” –

were invariably opposed to them. In this instance Mr. “I know that, mother," said the girl, with a strange sort Roscorla was not to be the recipient of a letter which of smile that just trembled on the verge of tears. “ They doubtless would have astonished him. can't all be as plain as I am."

“Mabyn," said her sister Wenna, quietly, “ don't be “Oh, I don't mean that! You make a great mistake foolish. I must write to Mr. Roscorla — but only to tell if you think that men only care for doll faces; as Mr. him that I have received his letter. Give me the pen. Roscorla says, that fancy does not last long after marriage, And will you go and ask Mrs. Borlase if she can spare me and ihen men begin to ask whether their wives are clever, Jennifer for a quarter of an hour, to go up to Basset Cotand amusing, and well-informed, and so on. What I meant

tage?" was, that most girls could run the gauntlet of that sort of Mabyn rose, silent, disappointed, and obedient, but not love that Mr. Roscorla describes, and suffer little if they subdued. She went off to execute the errand; but as she made a mistake. But there's no shell about you, Wenna. went she said to herself, with her head very erect, " Be. You are quite undefended, sensitive, and timid. People fore Mr. Roscorla marries our Wenna, I will have a word are deceived by your quick wit, and your cheerfulness, and to say to him." your singing. I know better. I know tbat a careless word Meanwhile Wenna Rosewarne, apparently quite calm, may cut you deeply. And dear, dear me, what a terrible but with her hand trembling so that she could hardly hold tine that is when all your life seems to hang on the way a the pen, wrote her first love-letter. And it ran thus: word is poken !" The girl crossed over to a small side-table, on which

“ Trelyox Arms, Tuesday afternoon. there was a writing-desk.

“Dear Mr. RoscoRLA,- I have received your letter, “ But mind, Wenna," said her mother, with a return of and you must not think me offended. I will try to send anxiety, “mind I don't say that to influence your decision. you an answer to-morrow; or perhaps the day after, or per Don't be influenced by me. Consult your own feelings, | haps on Friday, I will try to send you an answer to your dear. You know I think sometimes you undervalue your letter.

I am yours sincerely, self, and think that no one cares about you, and that you

“MORWENNA ROSEWARNE." have no claim to be thought much of. Well, that is a great mistake, Wenna. You must not throw yourself a way She took it timidly to her mother, who smiled, and said through that notion. I wish all the girls about were as | it was a little incoherent. clever and good-natured as you. But at the same time, "But I cannot write it again, mother,” the girl said. you know, there are few girls I know, and certainly none “ Will you give it to Jennifer when she comes ? " about here, who would consider it throwing themselves | Little did Miss Wenna notice of the beautiful golden away to marry Mr. Roscorla."

afternoon that was shining over Eglosilyan as she left the "Marry Nír. Roscorla !a third voice exclaimed, and inn and stole away out to the rock at the mouth of the at the same moment Mubyn Rosewarne entered the room. Jirtle harbor. She spoke to her many acquaintances 29

She looked at her mother and sister with astonisbment. I she passed, and could not have told a minute thereafter She saw that Wenna was writing, and that she was very | that she had seen them. She said a word or two to the pale. She saw a blue-colored letter lying beside her. Then coastguardsman out at the point -- an old friend of hers – the proud young beauty understood the situation ; and with and tben she went round to the seaward side of the rocks, her to perceive a thing was to act on its suggestion there and sat down to think the whole matter over. The sea and then.

was as still as a sea in a dream. There was but one ship “ Our Wenna! Marry that old man! Oh, mother! | visible, away down in the south, a brown speck in a flood how can you let her do such a thing?"

of golden haze. She walked right over to the small table, with a glow of When the first startled feeling was over — when she had indignation in her face, and with her lips set firm, and her recovered from the absolute fright that so sudden a proeyes full of fire ; and then she caught up the letter, tbat | posal had caused her there was something of pride and bad scarcely been begun, and tore it in a thousand pieces, pleasure crept into her heart to know that she was not and flung the pieces on to the floor.

| quite the insignificant person she bad fancied herself to be. “ Oh, mother! how could you let her do it? Mr. Ros Was it true, then, what he had said about her being of some corla marry our Wenna!”

use to the people around her? Did they really care for She took two or three steps up and down the room, in a | her? Had she really won the respect and approval of s pretty passion of indignation, and yet trying to keep her | man who had hitherto seemed to her suspicious and cene proud eyes free from tears.

sorious ? * " Mother, if you do I'll go into a convent! I'll go to There flashed upon ber some faint picture of herself as a sea, and never come back again! I won't stop in the house matron, and she found berself blushing and smiling at the - not one minute - if Wenna goes away !"

same time, to think of herselt going round the cottages as “ My dear child,” said the mother, patiently, “it is not | Mrs. Roscorla, and acting the part of a little married my doing. You must not be so rash. Mr. Roscorla is not woman. If marriage meant no more than that, she #38 not afraid of it ; on the contrary, the prospect rather pleased | M. Ernest Renan has written a new book, “ La Mission her. These were duties she could understand. Marriage, en Phénicie," an account of the scientific researches in in those idle day.dreams of bers, had seemed to her some Syria during the sojourn of the French army in 1860-61. vague and distant and awful thing; all the romance and The work is an interesting record of the various Phæni. worship and noble self-surrender of it being far away from cian monuments, and contains some excellent illustrations. a poor little plain person, not capable of inspiring idealism

VieuxTEMPS, the violinist, who had long been unable in any body." But this, on the other band, seemed easily

to make up his mind to leave Brussels, and whom the within her reacb. She became ratber amused with the

Belgian Government, in accord with the director of tbe picture of herself which she drew as Mrs. Roscorla. Her

Conservatoire, made every effort to retain, seems to have quick fancy put in little humorous touches here and there,

at last decided upon taking up his residence in Paris deuntil sbe found herself pretty nearly laugbing at herself as

finitively. a small married woman. For what did the frank-spoken beroine of that sailor-ballad say to her lover?. If he would

French ladies are, it seems, determined to rival their be faithful and kind,

English and American sisters in quest of woman's rights. "Nor your Molly forsake,

One of them, Mlle. Andreline Doumerque, bas stormed Still your trousers I'll wash, and your grog, too, I'll make.”

the Montpelier Apothecaries' Hall, winning honorable ad

mission after a searching examination, her diploma of re. Mr. Roscorla did wear certain white garments occasionally ception into the faculty being marked " satisfactory." in summer-lime, and very smart he looked in them. As for his grog, would she mix the proper quantities, as they

Some one in London is in the expensive habit of maksat together of an evening, by tbemselves, in that little par

ing anonymous gifts of £1000 to national and metropolitan lor up at Basset Cottage? And would she have to take

charities. The Central News believes the donor“ who

does good by stealth and blushes to find it fame” to be no bis arm as they walked of a Sunday morning to church, up the main street of Eglosilyan, where all ber old friends, the

less a persor.age than Queen Victoria, who will have given children, would be looking at her? And would she some

away upwards of £100,000 in ihis manner. day, with all the airs and counsels of a married woman, In the Pope's native town tbe humble cottage where he have to take Mabyn to her arms and bid the younger sister was nursed is still owned and occupied by his fosterhave confidence, and tell her all the story of her wonder brother, who has erected a tablet setting forth the fact of and delight over the new and strange love that had come Pio Nino having been brought up there by the dear nto her heart? And would she ask Mabyn to describe mother, Marianna Chiarini.” When the old peasant visits ber lover; and would she act the ordinary part of an ex Rome the Pope extends to bim quite a fraternal welcome. perienced adviser, and bid her be cautious, and ask her to His Holiness has founded in the town an hospice for filty wait until the young man had made a po:ition in the world, old men. and bad proved bimself prudent and sensible, and of steady The Porolo Romano announces that Verdi has been mind? Or would she not rather Aling her arms round her | named by Marshal M•Mahon a Knight in the Legion of sister's neck, and bid her go down on her knees and thank Honor, but the eminent composer must be at lea-t a comGod for having made her so beautiful, and bid her cherish

mander of that order, having received the first grade at as the one good thing in all the world the strong and yearn

the time of the performance of the “Vềpres Siciliennes," ing love and admiration and worship of a young and won written for the Paris opera, and having bien promoted to deringtsoul?

t be grade of officer when “Don Carlos " was brought out on Wenna Rosewarne had been amusing herself with these

the same stage. pictures of herself as a married woman; but she was cry

A HAIR-DRESSERS' congress, at which no less than 300 ing all the same; and becoming a little impatient with her

professors from Germany, Austria, and America were self, and perhaps a trifle hysterical, she rose from the rocks

present, has just met at Dresden. The second dav's proand thought she would go home again. She had scarcely turned, however, when she met Mr. Roscorla himself, who

ceedings were especially interesting from a competition, in

which eight persons took part, for a prize for the best style had seen her at a distance, and followed her.

of ladies' coiffure. Many spectators witnessed this per. (To be continued.)

formance, which was carried out with energy and elegance. Sixteen diplomas of honor were awarded to the exhibitors

in the collection accompanying the congress. FOREIGN NOTES.

Says The Academy : “ That we are still somewhat back

ward in our attempts to imitate the methods of Chinese It cost London $58,000 to entertain the Czar at Guild culture in our seats of learning may be inferred from an ball during his recent visit to England.

anecdote we have lately received from an eminent philoloIt is asserted that Thiers was in his youth a great

gist. Sbortly before leaving the Celestial Einpire he came

across an old native gentleman of the mature age of one amateur actor. Fox used to say that every statesman was

hundred and six, who was just about to go in for his last & comedian.

examination. When will our University authorities suc. Charles Reade is in dramatic hot water again. He bas ceed in attaining a perfection of the examination statute obtained an injunction restraining one Mr. Lacey from which can be compared with this ?" selling his (Reade's) plays, “Masks and Faces" and

ACCORDING to the most recent and careful calculations, “ Never Too Late to Mend."

the population of Japan amounts to 33 000,000. The counWe understand, says The Academy, that Mr. Lewis try is divided into 717 districts, 12,000 towns, and 76 000 Morris, of Jesus College, Oxford, and Lincoln's Inn, is the villages, containing an aggregate of about 7,000,000 houses, “ New Writer” whose " Songs of Two Worlds" bave met and no less than 98,000 Buddhist temples. Among the with so favorable a reception.

population are included 29 princes and princesses, 1300

nobles, 1,000 000 peasants (about half of whom are hired GENERAL SCHENCK, the United States Minister to the

laborers), and about 800,000 merchants and shopkeepers. Court of St. James, is at present on a visit to Manchester,

The number of cripples is estimated at about 100,000, and with a view of obtaining some knowledge of the industries

there are 6464 prisoners in confinement throughout the of the city. So says the London Court Journal.

country. Among the goods seized for rent at the house of an It is stated that in 1849 a brother of King Coffee, named actress in Paris was an ebony coffin, ornamented with Aquasi Boachi, and then about twenty years of age, lived silver pails, and lined with silk and velvet, and of which at 'Vienna for several months. He was taken from Coosbe furnished the model, with the design for the silver | massie by some Dutchmen at the age of nine, brought up at monogram on the lid.

Amsterdam, and afterwards sent to the School of Alines at Freiberg. He spoke three or four European languages, buildings and the fact tbat the Hebrews delivered daily a and showed much intelligence and love of study. Not certain number of bricks for them under military observawishing to return to bis country, he entered the service of tion and check. Recent explorations, conducted by the the Dutch colony at Batavia, where he was found by the Kbedive's order, have enabled Herr Brugsch, as he as. Novara expedition, holding the office of director of mines, serts, to identify Zan, the an :ient Tanis or Zoan, witb the and enjoying the respect of all with whom he was brought city built by Rimeses on wliat was then an important in contact.

branch of the Nile. The English papers note the claim of a German chem.

ROUVERE, the actor, who died recently, was distinguished ist, who professes to have discovered what he calls “ The

on the French stage for the admirable inapner in which he Successor of Steam," which he gives the scientific name of

played Shakespeare, and it is even said that his intense Carboleum. It is a form of carbonic acid, and Mr. Bemis,

study of Hamlet drove him. mad first, and then to the the discoverer, says it can be made to perform many of the

grave. A few years ago, Rouvere was at Lyons, where it duties now performed by steam, besides being much more

was announced that he would play King Lear. The portable and more quickly available. The beauty of the

hoise was full, the piece commencerd, and everything went discovery to the English mind, supposing it to be of prac

well until the moment when the King should burst into tical importance, is that it will lead to the utilization of

tears over the body of Cordelia. The public then saw the chalk clifl's and lime deposits of England, so that as

with astonishment tha; Rouvere's face assumed an exthe end of coal mining draws near, a resource for fuel will

pression not at all in harmony with the situation, and that be availab'e.

ibe courtiers looked as if they were trying to stitle a desire “LATELY," says a dramatic correspondent, “I went to to laugh. Cordelia, whose bead was reclining on a velvet hear a light opera which had been running six monils.

cushion, opened her eyes, got up, and rusbed off the stage, The prima donna of the evening was a young woman wlio,

holding her sides. The audience, convinced that they when the piece began its run, was one of the chorus sing.

were being made fools of, began to hiss, and to talk of ers in ibat very opera and on that very stage. There is

tearing up the benches, when a lad in the upper gallery · more earnest search alter singing voices than there is for

| called oui, " Ah! that dog." It was then the turn of the pearls and oysters. In every nook and cranny of every

public to roar, for a butcher who was seated in the first land the prima donna hunt is going on; for while a singer rank of the stalls, and bail fallen asleep, haid brought a may do without an impresario, the latter cannot possibly

vor with bim, and the animal, being of a rather curious do without singers. Their agents attend Divine service in dino irion, band jumped upon his master's knees, and churches of every denomination, on the lookout for prom

| placed his two fore paws on the orchestra railing. In this ising vocalists; they visit theatres and meeting-rooms

position he gravely witnessed the performance. Nor was where public speaking is going on, with ears sharpened to

ibis all, for the butcher, feeling too bot, had taken off his detect musical possibilities in a speaking organ whose

wig, and in his sleep had placed it on the dog's heail. No ownır has not suspected them ; they haunt low singing i wonder that the sight of so lucrons a spectator should balls where beer is sold and tobacco smoked, ready, if a

have diverteil the course of King Lear's tears, and have voice be find, to transport it to the Italian opera or cul

resuscitated Cordelia. tivate it at their own expense until it is fit to warble the world of mu-ic-lovers to its feet.”

Loxpox is exercised over the q'estion of poisonous lx a lecture before the Royal Institution, England, on

milk, and evidenily not without rearon. Lord Dunmore Light and Color, by Clerk Maxwell, be draws attention to

writes to the Times to say that, typhoid fever having the fact that all persons have a yellow spot upon the retina

broken out a short time ago in bis nurstry, be sent a quanof the wye, which tends to make color-vision imperfect.

lity of the milk supplied io bim to an analyst, and received The yellow, he says, is more pronounced in dark iban in

a report to the ellict that it was in active and peculiar fa'r persons, and it has a tendency to impair vision more

state of fermentation ;” and, in sbort, in such a condition when the individual is tired and overworker than when be

obat it was, in the opinion of his medical man, quite suf. is well and active. To make this spot on the retina sensi

ficient to account for the oui break of fever. Being desirous ble to the observers, Dr. Maxwell ibrew a dirk of light on

of taking proceedings against the dairy proprietors, Lord the screen, and colored the disk by making the light pass

Dunmore sought the advice of the nearest police magistrate,

by whom he was informed that he was powerless to take through a solution of chloride of chromium. The light thus proluced is of a red color, mixed very largely with

proceedings in person, but that be could lay his case before greenish-vellow rays, which are copiously absorbed by the

the vestry of the pari-h, whose business it wculd be to send yellow spot. lle then told the observers to wink slowly at

their sanitary inspector to the dairy to buy some milk, and

send it to be analyzed by the public analyst. On learning the disk, and they nearly all then saw large red cloud-like spots tlo iting over the disk, in consequence of the absorp.

furiher, however, that ihe sanitary inspector would be tion of most of the raus, with the exception of the red,

bound to warn the dairy people that the milk was purby the yelow spot in ihe eye. Wben the disk was gazed

chased for the purpose of analysis, Lord Dunmore was, he at steadily, without winking, the floating red clouds disap

said, convinced that it was useless to proceed further in

The matter. lle hai naturally ceased buying putried milk peared.

as soon as he discovered it to be so, and the dairy proTIERR Brugscui, better known as Brugsch Bey, whose

prietors had, of course, found out his reason for dirconiinu. exertions at Cairo in the promotion of native education

ing liis custom. It might readily be supposedl, therefore, Dave maile him known as one of the leading reformers in

that there would be no more impure milk solel there for Egypt, has lately been visiting his native country of Swi.z.

some time. It a man, Lord Dunmore concludus, “ goes erland, and lecturing on the recent results of Egyptolo:y.

into a dairy and warns the people in it that he is going to Part of his researches in the examination of papyrus writ

take their milk away to be analyzerl, it stands to reason inys go to the proof of the theory, of which he is one of the

that they will give bin the best ihey have." We manage ablest supporters, that the march of the Israelites out of

ont of these things differently in this country. We have the milk Egypt was by Suez, the existing bitter waters of which

analyzed and let the dealer know about it afterward. place he makes identical with those of the scriptural| Mar h. But what will have more novel interest to most! Av article by M. Henri Gaidoz in the current number of Biblical students is his assertion that in a roll of papurus | the lievue des Deux Moniles, on the use of elephants in preserved in the museum at Liège are to be found rezular war, is written in that lucid and interesting style which is records of the stones moved by The llebrews to form the characteristic of the author. After sketching the history of works of a great city built by Rameses II., and even of the use of the elephant for warlike purpo:es from the line the issues of rations made to their parties of workmen. of Pyrrhus to that of Lord Napier, and summarizing the There is also declared to be in this roll a poem in praise of literature of the subject from Aristotle to Francis Garnier, the nuwly erected city wbich records the extent of the will remarks on the elephant's temper and capacities, M. II.

Gaidoz suggests that as the dromedary and carrier pigeon

The white keys sob as swift she tries have been utilized for military purposes, ko also may the

Each shrill and shrieking scale : elephant. He argues that the experience of lokerman and

« Oh love is like the roses !” cries of the plateau of Avron shows that the employment of guns

This muslined nightingale. of heavy calibre may often decide the issue of a battle, and,

In a dark corner dozing while borses cannot be trusted to bring up the heavy artil

I close my eyes and ears, lery at a moment's notice, elephants can, as English experi

And call up, while reposing, ence in India testifies. lle urges, therefore, that a cer.

A glimpse from other years ; tain number of batteries of guns drawn by elephants should

A genre-picture, quaint and Dutch, be added to the French army, the elephants to be caught in

I see from this dark seat, Cocbin-China, trained in Algeria, and then transported to

'T is full of human brightness, such the South of France, where they would not suffer from tbe

As makes remembrance sweet. climate, and would be in readiness to act against the Germaps at a moment's notice. M. Gaidoz meets the objections that may be brought against bis proposal on the score

Flat lengucs of endless meadows of expense, health, practicability, and other grounds; but

(In Holland lies.the scene), evidently despairs of his suggestion being realized, for “le

Where many pollard shadows peuple le plus spirituel de la terre en est en même temps

O'er nut-brown ditches lean ; le plus routinier.” We learn with some amusement that

Gray clouds above that never break, herds of elepbants "adopt the monarcbical principle, as is

Mists the pale sunbeams stripe, the case with all animals which form societies, man only

With groups of steaining cattle, make

A landscape “after Cuyp." excepted,” and that in taming wild elephants we adopt " la mé hode pédagogique, préconisée par Lancaster ;”

A windmill, and below it but it is with different feelings that we read that if Living.

A cottage near a road, stone bad bad an elepbant to ride “he would not bave

Where some meek pastoral poet marched for days in the marshes in which he sank to his

Might make a glad abode; waist, and would not have contracted the disease of which

A cottage with a garden, where

Prim squares of pansies grow, he died.”

And, sitting on a garden-chair,

A Dame with locks of snow, A NIGHTINGALE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS.

In trim black, trussed and bodiced,

With petricoat of red,
They paused. — the cripple in the chair,

And on her hosom modest
More bent with pain than age;

A kerchief white bespread.
The mother with her lines of care;

Alas! the breast that heaves below
The pert, well-buttoned page;

Is shrivelled now and thin,

Though vestal thoughts as white as snow
The noisy, rid checked nurscry.maid,

Still palpitate within.
With straggling train of three;

Iler hands are mittened nicely,
The Frenchman with his frogs and braid, -

And folded on her knee ;
All, curious, paused to see,

Her lips, that meet precisely,
If possible, the small, dusk bird

Are moving quietly.

She lisiens while the dreamy bells
That, from the alinond bough,

O'er the dark flats intone -
Had poured the joyous strain they hcard,

Now come, now gone, in dying swells
So suddenly, but now.

The Sabbath sounds are blown.
And one poor Poet stopped and thought

Her cheek a withered rose is,
How many a lonely lay

ller eve a violet dim;
That bird had sung ere chance had brought

Half in her chair she dozes,
It near the common way,

And hums a happy hymn.

But soft! what wonder makes her start
Where the crowd hears the note. And then,

And lift her aged head,
How many must sing the song

While the faint Hutterings of her heart
To whom that hour of listening men

Just touch her cheek with red ? Could ne'er in life belong.

The latch clicks; through the gateway But “ Art for Art," the Poct said,

An aged wight steps slow,
"T is still the Nightingale,

Then pauses, dofting straightway
That sings where no men's feet will tread,

His broad-brimmed gay chapeau !
And praise and audience fail.

Swallow-tailed coat of blue so grand,
AUSTIN DOBox.

With buttons bright besiile,
He wears, and in his trembling hand

A nosegay, ribbon-tied.
LOVE IN WINTER.

His thin old legs trip lightly

In breeches of nankeen,

His wrinkled face looks brightly, “Oh love is like the roses,

So rosy, fresh, and clean :

For old he is and wrinkled plain,
And every rose shall fall,

With locks of golden-gray,
For sure as summer closes

And leaning on a tasselled cano
They perish, one and all.

He hobbles on his way.
Then love, while leaves are on the tree,
And birds sing in the bowers :

Oh, skylark, singing over
When winter comes, 100 late 'r will be

The silent mill hard by,
To pluck the happy flowers."

To this so happy lover

Sing out with summer cry!
It is a maiden singing,

He hears thee, though his blood is cold,
An ancient girl, in sooth;

She hears, though deaf and weak; The dizzy room is ringing

She stands to greet him, as of old, With her shrill song of youth ;

A blush upon her check.

In spring-time they were parted

By some sad wind of woe; Forlorn and broken-hearted

Each faltered, long ago; They parted : half a century

Each took the path of pain He lived a bachelor, and she

Was never wooed again. But when the summer ended,

When autumn, too, was dead, When every vision splendid

Of youth and hope was fled, Again these twain came face to faco

As in the long ago;
They met within a sunless place

In the season of the snow.

The vear of the rose is brief;
Froni the first blade blown to the sheaf

From the thin green leaf to the gold,

It has time to be sweet and grow old, To triumph and leave not a leaf

For witness in winter's sight 1

How lovers once in the light!
Would mix their breath with its breath,

And its spirit was quenched not of night, As love is subdued not of death.

In the red-rose land not a mile
Of the meadows from stile to stile,

Of the valleys from stream to stream,

But the air was a long sweet dream, And the earth was a sweet wide sinile

Red-mouthed of a goddess, returned

From the sea which had borne her and burned, That with one swift smile of her mouth

Looked full on the north as it yearned, And the north was more than the south.

"Oh love is like the roses.

Love comes and love must flee! Before the suminer closes

Love's rapture and love's glce !"
Oh peace! for in the garden there

He bows in raiment gay,
Doffs hat, and with a courtly air

Presents his fond bouquet.

Onc day in every seven,

While church bells softly ring, The happy, silent heaven

Beholds the self same thing: The gay old boy within the gate,

With ribbons at his knee ! " When winter comes is love too late!”

O Cupid, look and sce!

For the north, when winter was long, In his heart had made him a song,

And clothed it with wings of desire,

And shod it with shoon as of fire, To carry the tale of his wrong

To the southwest wind by the sea,

That who might bear it but be To the ears of the goddess unknown,

That waits till her rime shall be To take the world for a throne?

Oh talk not of love's rapture,

When youthful lovers kiss; What mortal sight may capture

A scene so sweet as this? Beside her now he sits and glows,

While prim she sits, and proud, Then, spectacles upon his nose,

Reads the week's news aloud !

Pure, with no touch of passion,

True, with no tinge of pain; Thus, in sweet Sabbath fashion,

They live their loves again. She sees in him a happy boy

Swift, agile, amorous-eyed; He sees in her his own heart's joy

Youth, hope, love, vivified !

In the earth beneath, and above
In the heaven where her name is love,

She warms with light from her eyes

The seasons of life as they rise ; And her eyes are as eyes of a dove,

But the wings that light her and bear

As an eagle's, and all her hair is As fire by the wind's breath curled ;.

And her passage is song through the air,' And her presence is spring through the world. So turned she northward and came, And the white-thorn land was aflame

With the fires that were shed from her feet,

That the north, by her love made sweet, Should be called by a rose-red name;

And a murmur was heard as of doves,

And a music beginning of loves In the light that the roses made,

Such light as the music loves, The music of man with maid. But the days drop one upon one, And a chill soft wind is begun

In the heart of the rose-red maze

That weeps for the rose-leaf days And the reign of the rose undone

That ruled so long in the light, And by spirit, and not by sight, Through the darkness thrilled with its breath,

Still ruled in the viewless night, As love might rule over death.

Content there he sits smoking

His long Dutch pipe of wood;
Gossiping oft and joking,

As a gay lover shculd.
And oft, while there in company

They smile for love's sweet sako,
Her snuff box black she hands, and ho

A grave, deep pinch doth take! There, gravely juvenescent,

In sober Sabbath joy, Mingling the past and present,

They sit, a maid and boy!
" Oh love is like the roses !" - No!

Thou foolish singer, cease!
Love finds his fireside 'mid the gnow,
And smokes the pipe of peace !

Robert BUCHANAN.

The time of lovers is brief;
From the fair first joy to the grief

That tells when live is grown old,

From the warm wild kiss to the cold, From the red to the white rose leaf,

They have but a season to secm

As rose leaves lost on a stream That part not and pass not apart

As a spirit from dream to dream, As a sorrow from heart to heart.

THE YEAR OF THE ROSE.

From the depths of the green garden-closes
Where the summer in darkness dozes

Till autumn pluck from his hand
An hour-glass that holds not a sand, -
From the maze that a flower belt encloses

To the stones and sea-grass on the strand, How red was the reign of the roses

Over the rose-crowned land I

From the bloom and the gloom that encloses
The death-bed of love where he dozes

Till a relic be left not of sand

To the hour.glass that breaks in his hand,
From the change in the gray garden-closes

To the last stray grass of the strand,
A rain and ruin of roses
Over the red-1 ose land.

ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE

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