burst out into language. His smothered passions found a vent in those bitter, burning words, which are never forgotten or forgiven, and which at once put a gulf of separation between them, which neither in time nor eternity could be closed. He vehemently reproached her for her insensibility, her unreasonableness, her selfishness, her cruel indifference to his tastes, sympathies, and wishes. He poured out, in his wrath, all the tempest, which had long been gathering in his breast, and which now raged with the more fury, from its having been so long pent up. All that a more prudent nature would have left unsaid, that a colder one would not have felt, that a higher one would have subdued - all the storm of contending passions which had desolated his heart — all his blighted hopes, his starved affections, his shattered expectations, his vanished dreams - found a tongue and an utterance in those hot words of invective, reproach, and remonstrance, which scalded as they fell. And she - the star that had so fallen from his heaven, the idol that had been cast down from his altar-she, that had lacerated the heart that she should have filled with a happiness, which the earth seemed too narrow to contain - with what spirit and in what mood did she listen to him? Not with tears of hopeless anguish and convulsive sobs of wretchedness, for these would have betokened a sensibility, of which she had not the slightest portion, and would have flowed from a heart, broken with the stunning consciousness, that she was nothing to him who was every thing to her-nor yet with sparkling rage and vehement recrimination, for not even the breath of passion could wake into life the cold and stagnant surface of a soul

like hers - but with sullen indifference, with freezing apathy, with rigid unconcern, and with that cold, contemptuous silence, which provokes an impatient temper more than the angriest rejoinder or the most cutting

retort.

And this was the scene, of which the student was a momentary witness, and these were the persons, upon whom his passing glance had fallen, and such was the condition of the possessor of that wealth, elegance, and comfort, whose lot he had thought so enviable. Despair and indignation were lending their force and expression to that attitude, and those gestures, which he had interpreted to be the signs of fond affection and overflowing confidence. Could he have known all, how would he have recoiled with horror at the prospect of being placed in the position of the unhappy master of that beautiful mansion! What would all the means and appliances of wealth have availed the mind, which saw its own gloom and desolation reflected from every object, and painted upon every scene? and how gladly would the latter have exchanged his gilded misery for the student's poverty, which was rich in energies, in hopes, in the power of enjoyment, and the assurance of success! What were all his elegancies and luxuries, his pictures, his costly furniture, his delicate living, to the possession of a healthy, vigorous, and expanding mind, that fed upon truth and knowledge as its daily bread, and of a heart that saw the whole earth encircled with the light of its own joyous hopes and healthy aspirations?

The student had paused but for a moment before the house, and cast but a single look into the room. He immediately passed on with a slight murmur of self

reproach, and soon had forgotten the scene, and the emotion it had awakened. We have no purpose of tracing further the fates and fortunes of these two young men. Their paths had crossed each other for a moment, and then diverged. But the lesson of that moment is all that we have to teach. And this lesson we would commend to all who are disposed to think less of all the blue sky that bends over them, than of the single dark cloud that throws its shadow upon their path; who, in the splendour of Aladdin's palace, sigh for the roc's egg, which alone is denied to them, and cannot enjoy an essentially happy lot, on account of some real or fancied "Mordecai in the gate." Young men, especially of sensitive organization and delicate intellectual structure, we would caution against the fatal habit of concentrating their attention upon the painful elements in their position, and of supposing that there is something peculiarly hard in their lot, and that no one's sorrow is like theirs. Grief and trouble are the heir-looms of humanity. Your neighbour's crosses may be less heavy than yours, but if they are so to him, they are so essentially. There is no objective standard of comparison. As a man thinks, so is it. All are troubled; but no one is hopelessly so. God has afflicted all his children; but from none has he hidden his face. The best medicine for a diseased mind is vigorous action. What is done is of comparatively little importance, so that something be done. Sweeping of streets is better than idle wringing of hands. Mourn not over the irretrievable past, but crowd the present moment with manly and efficient effort, and peace shall dwell in your heart, though happiness shine not upon your path.

THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR.

From the German of Pfizer.

BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.

A YOUTH, light-hearted and content,
I wander through the world;
Here, Arab-like, is pitch'd my tent,
And straight again is furl'd.

Yet oft I dream, that once a wife
Close in my heart was lock'd,
And in the sweet repose of life,
A blessed child I rock'd.

I wake! Away that dream, away!
Too long did it remain !

So long, that both by night and day
It ever comes again.

The end lies ever in my thought!
To a grave so cold and deep
The mother beautiful was brought ;-

Then dropt the child asleep.

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And wander through the world once more,

A youth so light and free.

Two locks - and they are wondrous fair

Left me that vision mild;

The brown is from the mother's hair,

The blond is from the child.

And when I see that lock of gold,
Pale grows the evening red;
And when the dark lock I behold,
I wish that I were dead.