I love her yet, though far apart,

She taught me early teaming,

I broke my steers, she broke my heart,-
But there's no harm in dreaming
I love her yet.

As age creeps on old fields we glean,
Bent forward at the gleaning;-

At last we tumble as we lean,

And Time rakes up with meaning,
As age creeps on.

A YOUNG LADY'S HOLOCAUST.

My lover's letters saved with sacred care,
Tear stained I bring before the welcome fire,
Inspired by some unholy, fell desire

To burn these missives, once so sweet and fair,
And float their priceless perfumes in the air.

Now! as they rise upon the funeral pyre, And hopes of life and dreams of love expire, It seems the scent of blossoms still is there. Dear, darling treasures of my maiden dream! The brief, fond flutter of my blooming heart! O friendly fire, how warm and bright ye gleam! As now blind Cupid's trophies here depart. Henceforth to me how vain and weak shall seem

The captive chains, and splendors of his dart.

THE CHILD OF FATE.

The child of fate sat on a grassy bank

Of Time's swift stream, and careless said: "My plank

I launch, and on this flood I'll reach the Great! I shall be honored of the mighty state, And I shall rise, and none shall me outrank.' But soon athirst, he of the waters drank, And into dark forgetfulness he sank

And fortune missed--with dreamy senses sate The child of fate.

Then dear, kind Nature came, and seized the crank, And tore him from his raft, where chains did clank, And said: "Arise, before it is too late!"

And pounded sense and shame into his pate; And then, with all her energies did spank The child of fate.

A SCOTCH SONG: "STORMY WEATHER."

A LASSIE braw had cawd her kye
Amang the tangled heather;
And aften she would moan and sigh:
"It's chill and stormy weather;
And I'm alane, and there is nane
Wi' whom I may forgether;
And aft I greet wi my cauld feet,

This stoor and stormy weather."

When Jamie lad cam ower the knowe
She put him in a swither;

As modestly she tauld him how

She could'na thole the weather.

He asked her name, and whaur her hame,
And spiert aboot her father;

But nane she'd name, to tak the blame,
But cauld and stormy weather.

Then Jamie said: "Come bide wi' me
While it is stormy weather;
For something tells me in your e'e
We'll live and love together.”
Then he laid doon his plaid and shoon,
And Love made them a tether;-

He wrapped her roun', and they were soon
Beyond the stormy weather.

He whispered in her ear while they
Were warm and sweet thegither,
And said: "You'll niver rue the day
You drave amang the heather.
You'll be my wife, and thro' our life
We'll live and love together;

You'll tak my name, and in our hame
There'll ne'er be stormy weather."

A GERMAN DRINKING SONG.

OH! peer's goot when I gets full mit enof,
Und foor dot reasons mine beoples I lof;
Und Sunday to der peer-garten I goes,
Mine pelly to fill oop fon head to toes.

CHORUS:

Oh! gif us a glass of peer, boys,
Gif us a glass of peer.-

Fill oop der stein so white mit foam,
To stop our song und thirst;-
Gif it to all dose pellies along,

Alvays not full to burst.

Und mit those days all mine droobles he goes,
Und den mine feelings coom oop, und I grows-
Und I feel so big dot Gott in der sky
Vas not so tall noor so bigger as I.