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to believe that the whole mischief arose from coming back.” Maria could no longer restrain Maria's absurd management, and that air of pre- her tears. I was gratified by her confidence in tension, which, together with the shabby gentility me, pleased that Roberts had at once told her the of her entertainment, had made them both ridicu- circumstance so important to them both ; but she lous. To the same cause he imputed the discom- had another motive for confiding in me. “ I have fort and mal-arrangement of everything—nay, even a great favor to beg of you : I have a few trinkwhat he termed the impudence of that Irish hag, ets,” she said ; “presents and gifts of one kind and the insolence of that stock-broker's dame. He or another. It would be such a kindness in you did, however, condescend to apologize to his wife to dispose of them for me, that I may help Robfor the outrage of which he had subsequently erts so far. There is the piano, too, and other been guilty; and his boon companions of the useless things” -she looked round the roomnight, one and all, afterwards declared, that they would not bring much, but everything they durst never look Mrs. Roberts in the face helps.” again.

I knew, for I had seen it, that Maria had at least This was not the end of the affair. Roberts the full value for her suit of pearls and other ornawas forgiven by his wife, who, in her ignorance ments; but principle and generous affection were of life, fancied his conduct far more grievous and far more powerful than vanity. Roberts had perdegrading than he was disposed to own it. But emptorily refused to dispose of her trinkets; he there was another reckoning to adjust. By some was even affronted by the proposal, and she demeans my brother got intelligence of the manner pended on me, and urged me ; and with the case in which Roberts' fête had ended. “A married in my pocket I left her, and encountered her husman--in his own house--it is too bad. I fear this band at the corner of the street. is not the first of it," James said to me. “ For “ You have been calling for your favorite, Mrs. some weeks, Richard, I have wished to consult Greene?” said Roberis. you about this. Do you know, Roberts is short “No; I have spent the last hour with my more of his cash ?"

interesting favorite, Mrs. Roberts." Awful charge against a confidential clerk! I Mr. Roberts looked confused and uneasy. He guessed how much it imported.

remembered in what humor he had left his wife in "To what extent?"

the morning. “ Then, sir, you have spent your “No great extent; but the thing is so wrong, time with a very silly, incorrigible woman : but so unbusiness-like.This is another most signifi- this, I suppose, is no news to you ; you see cant phrase. “ About £60 or £70—and perhaps how all reason and advice are thrown away upon he may have some claim against me ; but I don't her.” like the look of it. Such arrears are so unbusi These were high airs, indeed, for Mr. George to ness-like. I fear he is extravagant-getting dissi- give himself! he who deserved at least a full half pated"

share of the common blame. “Only foolish—or something of that sort," was • Pardon me if I see no such thing ; but quite my careless reply; " but he will mend, I dare say. the reverse. To me, Mrs. Roberts appears an What, meanwhile, have you done?”!

uncommonly clever young woman-generous, can“ Ordered him to balance his cash, and pay up did, and well-principled—and most anxious to do by Friday at farthest.”

her duty, so far as she understands it. All she “Quite right.”?

requires is, forbearance, kindness, and gentle I instantly took my way to the Row. Maria guidance, till her rapidly increasing knowledge is was in the blue drawing-room; now in its gild- matured into experience.” ing and draperies of all hues, soiled and tawdry; The honeymoon was long past, and Roberts, as the ornaments smoked and tarnished; the chairs I have said, in the crisis when young husbands are and tables crazy or fractured, and the purple the most susceptible of jealousy for their many and gold purse sadly faded from its original privileges and powers ; yet was Roberts much splendor, as I remarked on seeing it on the better pleased with my opinion of his wife, than if table

it had coincided with that which he had expressed. “ Alas! it has acquired a worse fault," Maria I took his arm, and we walked back towards his said, while she shook it to display its emptiness, house. One of the peculiar blessings of an old smiling and sighing.

bachelor and slender annuitant like myself, is the “A sieve-like quality—the faculty of running power of saying, when the salvation of a friend out faster than Roberts pours in"

demands frankness, things that it would frighten a “Something very like that, I confess.” sensible man with a wife and six small children, to

“Do you pardon my frankness, Mrs. Roberts, dream of uttering. Some of these startling things and give me leave to be sincere with you?" I now whispered in the ear of George Roberts and

“ I do, I do, and thank you most sincerely. his wife. They were young, healthy, virtuous, With our limited income". -(hesitation.) sincerely attached to each other, better endowed

"All your stitching and pulling cannot keep with world's goods than on the average are fourfortune in at heels, and make both ends meet.' fifths of their fellow-citizens—why should they not

“ You have guessed it, Mr. Richard. Were it be happy ? “How great a blessing were it,” said not for my poor child—and poor Roberts, too, I George, sensibly," if young women were trained would certainly endeavor to procure a situation as to the utilities, and comforts, and solidities, like a governess—and Roberts, he might go into lodg- Rachel Greene, and less to the refinements of life, ings again, since it seems I cannot, with all my like Maria.” skill and economy, manage that we should live Now, though Maria was more my favorite at within our income and it is worse than that with present, from compassionate interest, and though us! Oh, I assure you, it has almost broken my custom had stamped many of her little pretty ways heart! Mr. Roberts is short of Mr. Taylor's cash. and affectations with the name of refinement, was It is shocking! his probity may be doubted; and she in reality more truly refined, farther removed he is in fearful temper this morning. I dread his from the vulgarities and the assumptions of affec


tation, than Rachel Greene, the amiable Quaker-1-and to her who resolves that, so far as depends ess, with whom she was contrasted?

upon her economy and management, he never “If Maria had been taught a little plain shall.” housewifery, instead of so much music,” con I never accepted pledge with more sincere pleatinued sensible George, “ how much better for us sure in all my life. all now!"

“ But what will Mrs. Pantague say?” said Yet Maria had not been taught so very much Roberts, laughing. music. She had not, at least, acquired more Exquisite Constantia !" mimicked Maria, than any girl might easily learn between seven archly, as she sipped the cream off her ale; and and seventeen, and practice while it was desirable, the merriest young natural laugh rang out that I without interfering, in the least, with her do- had ever heard her indulge. My fears for the mestic duties, where music is kept as an elegant peace of the Roberts family-for their prosperity recreation, not held as a means of coquetry and and happiness—were laid forever. The spell of display.

fashion was broken-the demon, Mrs. Pantague, If we could be carded through each other,” exorcised ; and Maria was one more proof that a said Maria, half laughing.

well-principled character, an intelligent and active “Ay, Rachel's substance, with Maria's gloss mind, when its energy is roused, will be found and color, would be a first-rate fabric. I think in every circumstance equal to the common I see it in my fancy-loom. I shall never despair duties of life. She became an excellent houseof woman in the general, nor of Maria in par- wise. ticular."

There were few of the many houses at which I took my leave, inviting myself back to tea, at “I dropt in,” where the fireside now looked so which time, in a regular farnily-council, I deposited snug and sunny as that of Mrs. Roberts. Even the price of Maria's pearls in her husband's hands.“ baby," my old antipathy, now well managed He was half-offended, half-vexed. I have ever and healthy, had grown á fat, good-humored, noted that men have much less true magnanimity smiling, conversable fellow. Maria once again and simple greatness, on such occasions, than ventured to take in the newspapers at the usual

He was at first ashamed and angry at expense, and never grudged to pay for as much being obliged to his own wife ; but better feelings reading as Roberts or myself chose to give her at prevailed. We had a long, frank, and therefore a what she called the mother's hours of work-from most satisfactory explanation. The limited income seven to ten in the evening. was the first head of discourse. I heard George Towards the end of the year I was again conexpatiate on that with some impatience. “ Your sulted by my sagacious brother, James income is, at least, more, by three times, than the “What do you think, Dick ; that old fox, richest rector in England affords to his drudge Martin of Chancery Lane, is trying to steal George curate-twice or near three times more than the Roberts from me—the man who knows all my income of two thirds of our half-pay officers, with affairs better than myself—ihe boy I brought up, considerable perquisites in addition.”

whom I trust as my right hand. Don't you think, “ These have undone me,” said Roberts. Dick, I might do worse, now that I am growing “Trusting to these, I forbore to be so explicit lazy and fond of the farm, than give so steady a with my wife as I ought to have been. I trusted fellow as Roberts some sort of share ?" 10 contingencies. I did not choose to seem churl ** There was an obstacle about his arrears," was ish and sordid, by perpetual interference with my sly reply, “Was there not? He either overher arrangements, for I read all her anxiety to do drew, or was behind in his cash.

Mr. James Taylor could remember nothing of * Fluctuating income and sanguine calculation it; and there was no affectation, much less insinhave ruined thousands," was my sensible, though cerity, in his oblivion on those points—which inrather commonplace rejoinder.

clines me to think that when statesmen sometimes George Roberts needed not my directions, now totally forget their early professions, they may not that his good sense was roused. His wife's be so hypocritical as people imagine. generous sacrifice, for so he was pleased to call it, “Is there anything you think Mrs. Roberts though neither Maria nor myself would allow the would like at this Christmas season? You are a phrase, and the sale of nearly all the movables of great friend of hers, I find—and she has considerthe blue room, enabled him next day to clear scores able influence with Roberts.' with iny kind brother, Mr. James Taylor, who ** My brother wished to show you some subnow said there was no such pressing haste, as Mr. stantial mark of his good-will," said I to Maria, Roberts, with his first year's outlay, might need a when, two hours afterwards, I went to her house. little indulgence.

" I have counselled him to assist Roberts in purOn the same day Maria could say she at last chasing the lease of the house next your friend had a house of her own to live in, almost as com- Rachel Greene's new abode. He has money 10 fortable as Rachel Greene's.

lend at a very low rate of interest; and as you Jane and she had indeed worked hard to have often truly tell me, rent is such an eat-em, (item,) all right before Roberts came home, to dine in com- as the Scots say, in a fixed income. On your own fort; bringing myself along with him, alter the personal account, instead of gaud or toy, I accepted completion of our blue sale, to share the very small only of this.” And I called in the boy who bore but sufficient juicy stew of meat with vegetables the guitar I had chosen and purchased for her as and apple-pasty, which forined the dinner. After my brother's gift. Maria was not too proud to dinner, while she filled my tall Teniers-looking feel warmly, to seem highly gratified ; and in six glass with amber-colored creaming Scottish ale, weeks afterwards I partook of her Third Christmas Maria said, with a more elevated spirit than I had Dinner, in her new house. ever seen her assume—with an air of noble sim “ I am afraid to venture,” said she beforehand, plicity, " Drink to the happy woman, my excel-“strong as is still the recollection of all my mortijent friend, whose husband owes no man a shilling (fications, and disgaces, and miserable failure of last


year; but with the treasure you have given me in mitted to go to see her child on a Sunday. Poor poor Sally Owen, who is the most neat, industri- Sally Owen could not now have been known for ous, and excellent servant-of-all-work I have ever the blithe, light-hearted, ruddy Welsh girl, who seen, I think I must venture, since Roberts insists wont to sing like a bird all day at her work. She we can now, by better economy and sense, afford had plenty of work still; but her mistress was to see our real friends, and a pleasant acquaintance kind and sisterly, and in her little girl Sally had too. But I grieve to tease Sally with a party, something dearly to love ; so that, upon the whole, who still pines so about her little girl, and that I believe, the widow of the accomplished bootscamp of a husband of hers."

closer, who starved bis family, and killed himself “ The sooner she is roused from these recollec- because he could make double wages when he tions the better.”

chose to keep sober, (I do confess a spite at the I could think with no patience of Mr. Hardy, man,) was upon the whole in fully as felicitous the marvellous boot-closer, who, because he could circuinstances as ever his wife had been ;-though earn very great wages, contented himself with I durst not say so. half; wasted that pittance in riot; starved, beat, From Mrs. Roberts' Third Christmas Dinner, I broke the heart of his uncomplaining wife ; whom walked home part of the way with my brother, I could sometimes have beaten also in anger of her Mr. Sullivan, and Plague Madox, whom I saw 10 foolish forbearance, and really tender but senseless the Haymarket, near where he lodged. attachment to this worthless fellow, who had, I “Very pleasant party,” said the old buck, for was assured by her, “so good and kind a heart the third time, as we stood to take leave. “Rewhen he kept sober."

markably well-dressed, well-served dinner; so I cannot comprehend the infatuation of women. good, and enough only—no John Bull load. She After the boot-closer had behaved as ill as me- is an excellent valuable creature, that Sally Owen. chanic or man could do, squandered all their little I suppose the mutton was Welsh. Really Robfurniture, and the fruits of Sally's early savings, erts' wife looks a hundred per cent. better since she he ran off in a drunken frolic to Liverpool. She plumped out a little, and dressed in that neat, plain was compelled, to avoid starvation, to take service, way. Last year, I have not seen her since-she and let her child go to the work-house. I thought looked so fretful, tawdry, and haggard, that, upon myself fortunate, for both their sakes, in recom- my honor, I was concerned for Roberts. I don't mending her to Mrs. Roberts. For ten months think I would have visited them again, if Mrs. the boot-closer was not once heard of, and Sally James had not hinted at decided improvement. I looked a forlorn Penelope. He had gone to Dub. am to dine at your brother's charming house tolin, and thence to Belfast, where we first heard of morrow. Everything delightful there, though I him in the hospital, ill of typhus. He should have don't think the young ladies are better guitarisis had my leave to take time to recover. But what than Mrs. Roberts." an unnatural monster did my fair friends, Mrs. “ The difference being that Mrs. Roberts is Roberts, Rachel Greene, and Nurse Wilks imagine a tolerable performer on that charming unpreme, when I suggested the propriety of letting Mr. tending instrument, which links the romance of Hardy quietly lay his restless bones in Ireland, sunny lands to a c viet English fireside, while my without disturbing his wife.

niecesBlessings upon their kind, simple hearts !

“ Charming girls!” But the wind set in most

cuttingly. • Eliza reminds me most of Abingdon He spoke to them who never had a husband ! of any lady I know." This was unintelligibly

breathed through ten folds of a Barcelona handWould I keep Sally from her duty ?

kerchief, and Madox went off, hating the east Poor men's wives have often very hard conjugal wind as much as he loved a pleasant dinner duties compared with those of the ladies of the party, with all its accompaniments-guitar music rich. Sally tied up her few remaining clothes, included. with my recommendatory letter to a very particu I could not forbear calling to congratulate Mrs. Jar old favorite of mine, who had setiled in Ireland, Roberts next day. “ Always at home to you, (whom I rnay yet introduce to my readers, by her sir," said smiling Sally Owen to me, “though maiden name of Mary Anne,) kissed her child, mistress has been so busy putting things 10 and trudged away to walk a couple of stages ere rights."'_“Quite done now, though,” cried Mashe took the top of the Liverpool coach, on her ria, opening the parlor door ; "I know your knock way to her sick husband. It was six weeks before so well.” It is pleasant to have friends, particushe returned to us, thin as a greyhound, much larly female friends, that know one's knock. I dejected, and looking twenty years older ; but all like to hear it. the women concerned assured me Sally had done Your triumph is complete, Mrs. Roberts !” her duty; for the extraordinary boot-closer said I said. “ Plague Madox has pronounced you peron his death-bed, that he sincerely repented of his fect! But you need never hope for the Pantague unkindness; and he sent his blessing to his child, suffrage." whom he solemnly charged Sally to bring up in the Maria was still laughing heartily, when Sally fear of God.

brought in a packet. I knew its contents before Excellent, consistent man! for his sake Sally it was opened, for I had seen Madox purchase that resolved she never would make a second choice. morning, at an auction, a whole lot of cheap guitar With her wages, and a little help, she could now music. No man in London could exchange this take her child from the work-house, and send it to sort of notes for solid dinners more knowingly the country to nurse ; and as soon as it was five than my old acquaintance. I had foreseen that years old, Mrs. Roberts determined to fetch the Mrs. Roberts, now fairly ranked among the comlittle girl home to be first a comfort, and then a fortable dinner-giving women, was to have her help to its subdued mother. This prospect gave a share of the purchase. zeal and warmth to poor Sally's services which no “ Confirmation strong !” cried Maria, laughother motive could have furnished. She was per- ingly holding out to me the printed sheet of music,

inscribed in his best hand, “With Mr. Madox's notions and Rachel Greene's of that in which true compliments to Mrs. George Roberts." But in hospitality consists. They exclude the regular spite of this polite note, and . Zara's Ear-rings' diners-oui.to boot," said Maria,“ a charming bribe, no I must some day write the biography of my doubt, I do think a young couple like Roberts and friend, Plague Madox; who had dined out for myself, beginning life, may find, if we beat up nearly thirty years upon the reputation of a farce, diligently the highways and hedges, more suitable damned forty years ago, and three anecdotes of or desirable family guests than the Plague Ma- Sheridan; and this, though the ladies where he doxes of society. I have imbibed your own / visited detested him with one accord.


| placed at the other extremity of the table, and he

gave himself up so heartily to pledging healths We find in the Courrier des Etats Unis a letter ihat about the middle of the dinner he became extracted from the Rhone, a journal published at intoxicated, and it was necessary to carry him out. Lyons, (France,) which contains the fullest, and, This episode gave rise to a quantity of the most apparently, the most authentic account we have

grotesque scenes. seen of the proceedings of the French Embassy in Ki-ing was very animated. He invited M. China, and which we translate as follows, preserv- de Lagrenée to drink; and then, when he had ing the French spelling of the proper names : emptied his glass, he held it bottom up, to show

Ki-ing, Imperial Commissioner, Vice Roy of that he had drunk it off, and drained it into the Canton, prince and relative of the emperor, ar- glasses of his neighbors, who did the same in rived at Macao, the asternoon of the 29th of Sep- return. A great act of politeness with the Chitember. He rested the 30th, and then came the nese is to take from the table a morsel of somenext day in great pomp to visit the Ambassador thing in the chop-sticks of the country, and to of France, to whose dwelling he had the evening place it in the mouth of the person to whom it is before sent his portrait of the natural size. His desired to do honor. Ki-ing did this several times coriége was opened with 150 lancers on foot, and to M. de Lagrenée and to Admiral Cécille; my closed by Manchu cavalry, armed with bows and neighbor, the Manchu, also gave me this testisabres. but very ill-mounted. We were all in mony of consideration and friendship. grand uniform, at a heat of 32 degrees, (Reaum.) “ They served, during the repast, bird's nests, At this first interview, manifestations of consider-sea-worms, sharks' fins, fish-maws, and toadation and friendship were exchanged in profession. stools, &c., all very good things, I assure you, Ki-ing and M. de Lagrenée embraced one another seasoned with Porte and Champagne, which our several times.

hosts served up with the most engaging attention. " The next day but one, (October 3,) at 1 o'clock “My neighbor, the Manchu, showed me incesP. M., we went to return to the Imperial commis- santly his glass full and empty, in sign of provosioner the visit with which he had honored us. cation; and thus, from yellow as it was in its Ki-ing was lodged in the pagoda of the village of natural condition, his complexion assumed a purWang-hia, at a short distance from Macao. Be- ple color of the most brilliant hue. sides the gentlemen of the Embassy, M. de La " Before leaving the table we had placed before grenée had admitted in his cortége a dozen officers us Manchu tea, bitter, and without sugar. Then of the French squadron.

we recurred to protestations of the warmest friend* We were all in sedan chairs. After recipro- ship. •China and France are now but one!' said cal compliments, Ki-ing took M. de Lagrenée by Ki-ing. Finally, after some hours of hilarity, we the hand, and we entered into the dining hall, separated enchanted with one another. We rewhere there awaited us a splendid festival, served | turned to Macao. in the Chinese taste, in the midst of flowers and “ We shall leave in two days for Batavia, but foliage. Those who arranged the banquet had we propose to return here in the month of April. taken care to place knives and forks by the side It is only at that time that the treaty can be finally of the Chinese chop-sticks; but, like men who concluded. Everything leads us to expect that it knew the world, we made use of chop-sticks will be favorable to our commerce. The inclinaalmost exclusively. The wines of Champagne, tions of the Chinese government are excellent.” Roussillon, Porte, Madeira, circulated at the table. It appears by this letter that the statement re

“ We began with sweetmeats ; after which was cently made of a treaty having been actually conpresented to each guest a cake having the form of cluded by the French was premature. Recent adfone Chinese words, which signified : • Ten thou- vices from China report the French Embassy as sand years' friendship between France and China.'having left Macao, and being at the last advices at This wish was received with plaudits. Then com- Hong-Kong.National Intelligencer. menced the drinking healths, which succeeded each other so fast as seemingly to threaten ours. PREPARATION OF Coffee.-It is a fact well known

“Ki-ing had at his left M. de Lagrenée, at his in Prague, that the water of the wells in that town right Rear-Admiral Cécille. Howen, Treasurer is better adapted for use in making coffee than the General of the Province of Canton and Mandarin river water; comparative analyses of the water of the first class, was seated at the left of our indicate that this depends on the carbonate of soda Ambassador; and three other Mandarins had contained in the former. Pleischl found this opinplaces at the table, namely : Tonlin, one of the ion corroborated by the fact, that a small quantity forty academicians of Peking ; Tchao, a large and of the salt added to coffee improves its flavor, and fat Manchu of the figure of a brigadier of the advises consequently the addition of 43 grains of municipal guard, and sub-prefect of Canton ; Pan- the pure carbonate to each pound of roasted coffee, thin-chen-tin-oua, honorary Mandarin, son of an as an improvement to the favor, and also to the old hong merchant of Canton, who left to him im- curative effect of this beverage, as it neutralizes mense wealth. I happened to be placed between the acid contained in the infusion.-Pharmaceuli. the two last. As to the academician, he was cal Journal.

From the Protestant Churchman. How sweet to catch the solemn chimes

Of holy hope and cheer,

Which oft from heav'n seem pealing down " The sun growing fiercer and fiercer, shone down On faith's attentive ear; more mightily now, than ever on me he shone before ;

Echoes as 't were of Sabbath bells and as dropped my head under his fire, and closed my

Forever ringing on, eyes against the glare that surrounded me, I slowly fell

Where saints and angels worship God, asleep, for how many minutes or moments I cannot tell; but after awhile I was gently awakened by a peal of Around th' eternal throne. church bells-my native bells—the innocent bells of Marlen that never before sent forth their music beyond Echoes of those sweet chimes that roll the Blaygon hills. I roused myself and drew aside the O’er all the heavenly plains, silk thai covered my eyes, and plunged iny bare face into

Responsive to the seraph's songs, the light. Then, at least, I was well enough awakened ; but still those old Marlen bells rung on, and not ringing

And high angelic strains; for joy, but properly, prosily, steadily, merrily ringing

Borne on-borne on unceasingly, 'for church.'' Alter a while the sound died away slowly ; Where life's immortal streams, it happened that neither I nor any of my party, had a 'Mid the green pastures of the Lord, watch by which to measure the exact time of its lasting,

Roll in love's noonday beams. but it seemed to me that about ten minutes had passed

J. W. B. before the bells ceased.”Eõlhen, or traces of Travel Astoria, L. I. brought home from the East, page 273. Beneath the fervid eastern sky,

Far from his native land,
A way-worn man, at noon of day,

We are growing old-how the thought will rise
Lay dreaming on the sand :-

When a glance is backward cast
Around him, like a burning sea,

On some long remembered spot that lies
The trackless desert spread ;

In the silence of the past :
Beneath him was the torrid earth,

It may be the shrine of our early vows,
The brazen sky o'erhead.

Or the tomb of early tears ;

But it seems like a far-off isle to us,
Sweet visions of his island-home,

In the stormy sea of years.
Beyond the distant main,

Oh, wide and wild are the waves that part Like vernal landscapes, filled his soul,

Our steps from its greenness now,
And sooth'd his racking pain.

And we miss the joy of many a heart,
The green old hills—the pleasant fields, And the light of many a brow;
The summer groves and streams,

For deep o'er many a stately bark
’Neath fancy's sleepless eye were spread, Have the whelming billows rolled,
And flash'd through all his dreams.

That steered with us from that early markHe wakes ;—and on his waking ear,

Oh, friends, we are growing old.
What joyous music swells ;

Old in the dimness and the dust
He hears the chimes—the glorious chimes,

Of our daily toils and cares,
Of his own parish bells.

Old in the wrecks of love and trust
Peal after peal, distinct and clear,

Which our burdened memory bears.
Through the hush'd air they roll,

Each form may wear to the passing gaze
Bringing home's thousand memories,

The bloom of life's freshness yet,
Afresh upon his soul.

And beams may brighten our latter days,

Which the morning never met. They mind him of the Sunday groups, But oh the changes we have seen, Within the church-yard shade;

In the far and winding way; He sees again the pictured light

The graves in our path that have grown green, On aisle and transept laid ;

And the locks that have grown gray!
The organ's soft prelusive strain

The winters still on our own may spare
Floats on the desert air,

The sable or the gold :
With solemn Eucharistic hymn,

But we saw their snows upon brighter hairAnd voice of holy prayer.

And, friends, we are growing old. The sweet delusion lingers yet,

We have gained the world's cold wisdom now, Though fiercely still on high

We have learned to pause and fear; The fiery sun-heat, wave on wave,

But where are the living founts whose flow Sweeps over all the sky :

Was a joy of heart to hear? The sweet delusion lingers yet,

We have won the wealth of many a clime,

And the lore of many a page ;
Though still the sand wastes glow
Beneath the scorching atmosphere

But where is the hope that saw in time
That withers all below.

But its boundless heritage?

Will it come again when the violet wakes, O thus, amid the arid waste

And the woods their youth renew?
Through which our journey lies,

We have stood in the light of sunny brakes,
When fiery streams of woe secm poured Where the bloom was deep and blue;
From fierce, unkindly skies,

And our souls might joy in the spring-time then, When o'er the desert-sands of time,

But the joy was faint and cold,
In life's hot race we toil,

For it ne'er could give us the youth again
And every footstep, track'd in blood,

Of hearts that are growing old.
Seems burnt upon the soil ;-


Frances Browne.

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