WE ARE BUT two-the others sleep

Through death's untroubled night; We are but two—0, let us keep

The link that binds us bright.

Heart leaps to heart—the sacred flood

That warms us is the same; That good old man—his honest blood Alike we fondly claim.

F

THE BROTHERS.

We in one mother's arms were locked

Long be her love repaid; In the same cradle we were rocked,

Round the same hearth we played.

Our boyish sports were all the same,

Each little joy and wo ;-
Let manhood keep alive the flame,

Lit up so long ago.

WE ARE BUT TWO-be that the band

To hold us till we die;
Shoulder to shoulder let us stand,

Till side by side we lie.

SONNET.

BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

My friend, adown Life's valley, hand in hand,
With grateful change of grave and merry speech
Or song, our hearts unlocking each to each,
We'll journey onward to the silent land;
And when stern Death shall loose that loving band,
Taking in his cold hand a hand of ours,
The one shall strew the other's grave with flowers,
Nor shall his heart a moment be unmanned.
My friend and brother ! if thou goest first,
Wilt thou no more re-visit me below ?
Yea, when my heart seems happy causelessly
And swells, not dreaming why, as it would burst
With joy unspeakable,—my soul shall know
That thou, unseen, art bending over me.

TO MISS M

BY FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD

I KNOW that thou art beautiful,

In dreams I see thy face,
I see its dimples come and go

Like light in frolic grace.
Thy rich eyes steal before mine own

'Neath lashes long and dark, And on thy softly rounded cheek,

The maiden bloom I mark.
And why is this? what wizard spell

Hath touched with prophet power
My fancy thus ? a simple thing-

A tonema word—a flower!
I heard thy voice—so gayly sweet--

I could not choose to guess,
The mouth that breath'd it wreath'd with smiles

Of playful loveliness.
It spoke to one whose tiny lips