I have not wept while thou wert gone, To thine to thee-to man-to God, But, since my breast is not so pure,- Not thee-oh! dearest as thou art! And I will seek yet know not how- But thou must aid me in the task, A heart-whose hope has long been dead. Deceive no more thyself and me, Deceive not better hearts than mine; -Ah! shouldest thou, whither wouldest thou flee, From woe like ours-from shame like thine! -A pang beyond this fleeting breath- Such thoughts are guilt such guilt is death! BEAUTY, WEALTH, AND LOVE. A ROMANCE. BY MRS. CORNWELL BARON WILSON. WEALTH, with golden key, once sought WEALTH displayed his dazzling store, And smiles succeeded frowns. What could LOVE oppose to this!— He had but his crown of simple flowers, That were bathed in the honied dew of bliss, Culled fresh from his roseate bowers! Then WEALTH, he laughed triumphantly, -Away they went,-and their path was strown That springs up at WEALTH's command alone,- But BEAUTY, at last, found out her mistake, As the moonbeam shines on the frozen lake, And she sighed for the fresh unfading flowers That could blossom for her-no more! LEGENDARY STANZAS. BY J. B. THOMPSON, ESQ. On the top of Ben Nevis, the snow shines bright,No foot but my own shall print it; For the feathery feet of my own dear sprite, As he springs to my arms, never dint it!- I fly to suck, from him, the tender dews Then, his dove-like wings around me curled,- And is it not sweet-to that bosom furled- To tell all I can of my virgin flame, Ere my love had fulfilled the fanciful dream, And breathed, through my frame, all its gladness! "Oh, never!" I said, "shall a child of earth Mix, with mine, the warm breathings of passion, |