Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells. Vignette. They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it, I found it a life full of kindness and bliss. The young May moon is beaming, love, "O'erhaul, o'erhaul! my Cupids all!" Those hues that make the Sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine. "This, this," he cried, "is all my prayer, To paint that living light I see." Vignette. Fleetly o'er the moonlit snows, Swift our sledge as lightning goes. Vignette. I watch the star, whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love. Into his bark leap'd smilingly, And left poor Hope behind. Vignette. Young Jessica sat all the day, With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining. Vignette. Light went the harp when the War-God, reclining, Lay lull'd on the white arm of Beauty to rest. Vignette. Anxious to reach that splendid view, Before the day-beams quite withdrew. In the time of my childhood 't was like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. And where it most sparkled no glance could discover, In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brighten'd all over. Those eyes, whose light seem'd rather given, &c. The Initial Letters and Ornaments. W. HARRY ROGERS. E. Evans. HERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; UNIV. v Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. THE SALE OF LOVES. DREAMT that, in the Paphian groves, While some were full in feather; So pretty a lot of Loves to sell, Were never yet strung together. Come buy my Loves, Come buy my Loves, |