The companions of my voyage with but one exception, were nearly forgotten-its incidents, that were not associated with that one individual, remembered but faintly. I was sitting in my study, discussing a subtle point in ethics, when some one knocked. A servant entered and handed me the following note;— 'An old acquaintance requests the pleasure of Mr Brae's company for a few minutes at the hotel.' I rose instantly, adjusted my dress, and followed the messenger. Mr Douglas opened the door, and Mary, blooming and beautiful beyond even my gayest dream, stood beside him. There was no romance in what followed to any but the parties concerned, and it were needless to dwell upon the story. In a single sentence, therefore, I will say that Mr Douglas had travelled with his daughter until her health was reestablished; that he was, at the time of which I speak, on the way to his residence near New York, and that the Mary Douglas of my dreams is now the Mary Brae of my bosom. 182 IDLENESS. BY N. P. WILLIS. THE rain is playing its soft, pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight, and the shade Of the fast flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change. My merry fire Sings cheerfully to itself; my musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn-reading sometimes, And sometimes listening to the faster fall Of the large drops, or, rising with the stir Of an unbidden thought, have walked awhile, With the slow steps of indolence, my room, And then sat down composedly again To my quaint book of olden poetry. It is a kind of idleness, I know; And I am said to be an idle manAnd it is very true. I love to go Out in the pleasant sun, and let my eye Rest on the human faces that pass by, Each with its gay or busy interest; And then I muse upon their lot, and read Many a lesson in their changeful cast, And so grow kind of heart, as if the sight Of human beings were humanity. And I am better after it, and go More gratefully to my rest, and feel a love Stirring my heart to every living thing, I love to go and mingle with the young And their blue eyes are restless, and their lips And when the clouds pass suddenly away, And the sweet growing things-forest and flower- Spring in the upper sky, and there is not And I should love to go up to the sky, 185 THE INTERVIEW BETWEEN CLEAVELAND AND MINNA. BY LOUISA P. HICKMAN. "Yes, forever!' said Norna of the Fitful-head, stepping forward from behind one of the massive Saxon pillars, which support the roof of the Cathedral. Here meet the crimson foot and the crimson hand-Here you meet, and meet for the last time.' The Pirate. THE lofty Cathedral is solemnly still, Here walked the pirate chief, and here, 'I shall soon benumbered with these,' he said; |