night. Then sinks the storm, and my soul becomes tranquil; all dissonance, all pain is gone, and the heavenly image floats radiantly over the quiet lake; then it dims and vanishes. I cannot keep it; it arises with the ascending of the sound, and fades with its decline; neither can I call up, at will, this heavenly phantasma, although I have ever an indescribable longing to behold it, -A reality so beautiful as this vision, life has never presented me with. MISS BREMER.

Flowers.

YOUR voiceless lips, oh flowers, are living preachers
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book,
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers

From loneliest nook

Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth,

And tolls its perfume on the passing air,

Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth

A call to prayer.

Not to the domes where crumbling arch and col

umn,

Attest the feebleness of mortal hand,

But to that fane most catholic and solemn
Which God has planned.

To that cathedral boundless as our wonder,
Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon sup-

ply;

Its choir, the winds and waves-its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.

There amid solitude and shade I wander,

Through the green aisles and stretched upon the

sod,

Awed by the silence reverently ponder

The ways of God.

LONGFELLOW.

Beauty.

It was a very proper answer to him who asked why any man should be delighted with beauty? that it was a question that none but a blind man could ask; since any beautiful object doth so much attract the

sight of all men, that it is in no man's power not to be pleased with it. Nor can any aversion or malignity towards the object irreconcile the eyes from looking upon it. As a man who hath an envenomed and mortal hatred against another, who hath a most graceful and beautiful person, cannot hinder his eyes from being delighted to behold that person, although that delight is far from going to the heart; so no man's malice towards an excellent musician can keep his ear from being pleased with his music. LORD CLARENDON.

BEAUTY thou art twice blessed! thou blessest the gazer and the possessor; often at once the cause and the effect of goodness! A sweet disposition, a lovely soul, an affectionate nature, will speak in the eyes, the lips, the brow, and become the cause of beauty. On the other hand, they who have a gift that commands love, a key

that opens all hearts, are ordinarily inclined to look with happy eyes upon the world; to be cheerful and serene; to hope and to confide. There is more wisdom than the vulgar dream of in our admiration of a fair face. BULWER.

FOR it is beauty maketh poesie,

As from the dancing eye comes tears of light.
Night hath made many bards; she is so lovely.
And they have praised her to her starry face,
So long, that she hath blushed and left them, often.
When first and last we met, we talked on studies;
Poetry only I confess is mine,

And is the only thing I think or read of:
Feeding my soul upon the soft, and sweet,
And delicate imaginings of song;

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light

Of nature and of beauty; they love light.

BAILEY.

Poets.

HIGH and beautiful is the lot of the great poet. His lyre is the world, and the strings on which he plays are the souls of men. When he wills it, these tones are called forth, and melt together into a divine harmony. MISS BREMER.

Love.

Love is the gift which God hath given
To man alone beneath the heaven.

It is the secret sympathy

The silver link, the silken tie,

Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,

In body and in soul can bind.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.