-of a virtue that is driven and not attracted, founded on the meanness of calculation, measuring out its obedience, grudging its generosity, thinking only of its visible and tangible rewards? Think of a state of society in which there is no love of beauty, or elegance, or ornament; and then may be seen and felt the utility of ornament, the substance of decoration, the sublimity of beauty, the usefulness of flowers. THE MINSTREL TO HIS HARP. WHEN youthful transport led the hours, And now, though young delight is o'er, To me thy sound recalls the hours MRS. HEMANS. THINGS THAT CHANGE. I GAZED on the sun in his vesture bright, But twilight came, with its shadows grey The music hushed, and the grandeur fled— In the opening reign of the bright spring time, Young flowers sprang up, and young birds took wing, And youth, o'er the fairy scene, like dew, Then gaily dancing o'er all the earth, But Winter, at length, with withering power, I turn'd from the world of fields and flowers, But a cloud passed o'er the domestic scene, Oh, thus, wherever we cast our eyes, On the flower-strewed earth, or the laughing skies, The spirit of change is seen to roam— W. J. BROCK. SONNET.-EVENTIDE. Now Nature, vested in her evening stole, Before the vesper altar meekly kneels; Bland silence reigns-a holy influence steals, In mild effusion o'er the troubled soul. Delightful thoughts and feelings, at this hour, With angel sweetness to the heart are given; The winds are hushed to rest; the tiny flower Reclines its head, as if in prayer to Heaven. The very silence teems with eloquence, Like tones which lie embosomed in the lyre, Awaiting but the touch to call them hence, And sweet-voiced sentiments in man inspire. W. J. BROCK. 66 BERTHA CLERVILLE. BUT, my father !-Edward, I cannot leave my poor father, not even to perfect your happiness! No! I cannot leave my father." There was a pause after these words had been delivered in a sweetly agitated voice, and a faint sound, as if some one endeavouring to check the rising sobs of bitter emotion; after which another voice said : "It will be but the first burst of passion-the first short interval of sullenness and gloom, and you will be forgiven. Think, dear Bertha, think upon the long and happy years which we will share together; think upon the fervour of my love, nay, adoration, and say if one bold step shall be wanting to consummate our long desired union." "I have often thought, Edward, till thought is drowned by sorrow. I cannot-I dare not think of it longer." As these words were spoken, two figures were seen |