THE SMILE OF INNOCENCE. BY L. M. DAVIDSON. THERE is a smile of bitter scorn, Which curls the lip, which lights the eye; There is a smile in beauty's morn Just rising o'er the midnight sky. There is a smile of youthful joy, When hope's bright star's the transient guest; There is a smile of placid age, Like sunset on the billow's breast. There is a smile, the maniac's smile, Which lights the void which reason leaves, And, like the sunshine through a cloud, Throws shadows o'er the song she weaves. There is a smile of love, of hope, Which shines a meteor through life's gloom; And there's a smile, Religion's smile, Which lights the weary to the tomb. There is a smile, an angel smile, That sainted souls behind them leave; There is a smile which shines through toil, And warms the bosom, though in grief. THE SMILE OF INNOCENCE. And there's a smile on nature's face When evening spreads her shades around; It is a smile which angels might It is the smile of innocence, Of sleeping infancy's light dream; 175 MEMORY. BY W. G. CLARK. 'Tis sweet, to remember! I would not forego The charm which the Past o'er the Present can throw, For all the gay visions that Fancy may weave In her web of illusion, that shines to deceive. We know not the future,-the past we have felt, - 'Tis sweet, to remember! When storms are abroad, "Tis sweet to remember! When friends are unkind, When their coldness and carelessness shadow the mind: Then, to draw back the veil which envelopes a land, 'Tis sweet, to remember! And naught can destroy NEW ENGLAND. BY J. G. WHITTIER. LAND of the forest and the rock Of dark blue lake and mighty river Of mountains reared aloft to mock The storm's career, the lightning's shock— Land of the beautiful and brave— The freeman's home-the martyr's grave The nursery of giant men, Whose deeds have linked with every glen, His childhood like a dream of love- |