Woman away and weep no more, Can the dead give you love for love- Away; thy husband lies not here. ORIGINAL POETRY. STANZAS O'er whom mildly he mov'd with such dignified splendor, That envy was won to the feeling of love. That mind which cou'd scatter the darkness profoundest; Which blaz'd amid suns with a sovereign ray; Whose towerings, whose orbit no limit e'er bounded, Has shed its last light! fled for ever away! O reason! of all man's distinctions the proudest, The deep voice of nature is ever the loudest, On hearing a Lady sing" Angels ever bright and He has burst from the clay that but shackl'd his fair." spirit, 'Twas a moment of darkness, but pass'd is the gloom; He has soar'd to the bliss he was form'd to inherit, VALENTINE'S EVE. BY MRS. M'MULLAN. AWAKE no sigh, record no pain, To hail this blissful ear, To care a truce—to grief a pause, What sages may believe. That whatsoe'er the schools reveal, Till time's swift sands may cease. Go, search the records of the heart, Life's shadows to beguile. The board where social virtues meet, |